Web Hosting by Netfirms | Free Domain Names by Netfirms

blues

fingers flying
a something being born
on black and white
a creation birthed from the very storehouses
of light.
grasp at the air
to hold the sound near
lock it in your heart
to chase away fear
don't linger so tragically
and don't clutch so tight
it flies through your hands
though your knuckles turn white.
he's not yours
fingers as they soar
it belongs to him
and you still want more.
play the notes
hum the tune
though we leave the piano
not the song any time soon.

-amanda johns