Piano-writing

I am piano-writing

my fingers

agile, numb, nimble

at different times

caressing the key-board

do re me

in many combinations

planting thoughts

on the patient page

rhyming with time

timing with rhyme

this moment I am on the cliff

and in seconds

I see myself in deep sea

experiences expressed

I desperately want them to stay

but they are going away

like the beautiful snake

pious teeth people call poisonous

leaving, forever leaving

flowing like the dews and the rains

hissing the mystery

missing the history

one by one

all at once

crowded, glowing

wanting to tell the stories

spaced in truth

lighting the fire

fighting the liar

I am a doer

I will never give up

I told the stars

mountains and rivers

listened with care

writing is my prayer

in whatever forms and norms

without a piano in sight

it is vivid in my mind

tapping 

​​​​​​​my fingers

agile, numb, nimble

weaving the words

tales of my worlds

toning the notes

noting the tones

all seven of them

and more

again and again