Of love and music

Into the messy room, there lies a piano.
Healing
Papers, notebooks, the memory of a song.
Breaking
Long forgotten are the staccatos of pain,
Suffering
a melody flourishes where your hands touch wood.
Dwindling

Crack. Crack. Out of tune – or not,
Conviction
the melody travels, flutters, whispers.
Malediction
Crack. Crack. Out of tune – or not,
Opinion
an arpeggio climbs the flesh of the wood.
Oblivious

A bass drills the ear of my imagination,
Sweat
a Si that lingers in the room, treble
Transfusion
is the pitch, an organ blowing out 
Souls exchanging chemicals
the pipes of my heart.
Sound

Muse of the arts, unreachable prodigy of nature,
Salt
your hands touching your womb,
Crawling
your neck relaxed, shoulders laid back,
Descending
letting life coming out of your mouth.
Evaporating

High, higher, escaping to the mountains of Apollo.
Tapping
Sustaining the pressure of a round note.
Faking
Now low, lower, follow the ladder, down
Escaping
to the reverberating Hades of the golden Sol.
Water becoming movement

Knocking the wood, knocking the chords,

a guitar and a piano make love,
a cacophony becomes a song,

binding together both of us.

- of music and love