I didn't expect clear counters
dusted images that sit
and watch you play

The scene
keen and searched
have I found you
by the trickle of piano keys,
rolling and aching
through me

What is this feeling?
Your stain glass colors soften
like dew,
waiting for a waking sun,
the way things often connect here,
calm and wonderful

All the places your hands could take me
If you would only allow us
to age like wine
like the history of your music -
beautiful with reason

06/25/2002

Posted on 06/25/2002
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