fortress

Today I lost myself in the piano:
the dark wood drew me in
and sat me down
in a blindfold of sound.

I was captured by the keys:
the fortress of black and whites
made me play their song
and they pulled me right out:
right from the middle of me
and left me shaking
we conjured such sounds,
giving everything its release,
the sweet sunlight, the family, the picture frame

my foot on the pedal
my arms in the abrasive strings
my face warm with melody
and my fingers
they feel nothing;
they remember nothing

but Kitten’s purr
reminding me to calm down
and return to myself.

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