Pianoscapes


Laser burnt illusions.
Entwining,
Their timbre with my past.

Shimmering,
Through my organic tools,
Like an idea,
Set to harmonize
My anvil, stirrup, and soul.

Ivory magicians.
Coercing,
Coaxing the notes
From high strung steel,
Into delicate silk;
Into fluid of time,
Of majesty.

Gossamer thrills,
Of passion and gut.