Piano - Poem by Jay Blue
Above the chord once struck in grace,
single notes climb higher, higher,
resolving o'er the echoed space,
where resonant, passing times retire.
The signature suspends a fifth,
yet time courts only what is felt,
dissolving sense, belying myth,
until the moment's truth is dealt.
Ecstatic hands in passion's play,
seek release of love once dreamed,
concealing ivory's secret lay
between each ebony accent schemed.
Beneath the floating waifs' sustain,
the rhythm's heart repeats its call,
revealing truth that loves remain,
whispering through each sweet note's fall.
Here, time returns immortal.
Here, stanzas play in sensuous gait.
Here, hands cast dreams upon the keys.
Here, love sets free the dreamer's fate.
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