Middle C Poem by Dean Meredith

Middle C



Two hands
Feel their way
Keys on a spine
Have something to say

About love
And injustice
About ice
And about warmth

Two hands
Find their way
Up and down
A billion spines

Tip-toeing
Inching fast
And slow
Through dreams

Two hands
Touch nothing
Feel themselves
Fading away

Making their way
To you and me
How we used to be
Back in the day

Wednesday, February 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: music
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