You open before me like
A glass piano and I pick
At your keys one by one as
You sound into my
Soul
With all the haunting single
Ness of one key striking
Little by little you bleed
Into me
And I play your rolling chords
Pounding deafening roar of
Swelling melody and screaming
Voice
Until I slow and you fade in
My waves of silence and then
The piano bench is
Empty