Piano Poem by Maya Hanson

It's like an explosion,
this music,
like I can't speak in any other way
but through the simple stretch of an octave or two
My fingers play out everything we are
our spark painted over these dusty keys

If you open your eyes too wide
you'll lose your mind
so I'll keep mine half closed,
blind but I still step true
because this is what I follow

I'm always learning, stumbling
Even if I can't play the right music
for every moment you're the soundtrack to this road,
there's still a beat in the background
emerging from our shattered hearts
and it's still lyrical.