Piano
Notes rolling off of my fingers
The right hand sings a soft melody,
The richer undertones of the left hand complimenting it in sweet harmony
Flowing and melting in swirling matrimony of tender notes.
The quiet inner voice on the right hand
Dapples the sky with gentle pinks and hues of gold,
While the bass notes pull the sun from behind the clouds in a grand revelation.
The sky is golden and seems so tangible,
That you are tempted reach up and pluck a flake of golden cloud from the sky.
A barn swallow swoops in from above,
Its wings flecked with drops of the sun.
The ebb and flow of notes becomes a river of song,
Magical and perfect and sacred and mine.
