The Piano

The piano has such an affect on me
songs without words, playing on the stereo
echoing through my house into my soul.

Firstly timid
sadly, melancholy, softly and small
minor keys like a grieving
a place where tears come easily.

Then a gradual shifting
to a kind of hope
a new light
at the end of the tunnel
maybe another chance to seize
more treble clef notes
a slightly faster tempo.

And the grand is grand
like a pounding with soul
a "FINALLY THERE" uplift
of success and glory
standing in the sun
with arms reaching up
to the light that is owned again
a heart full then

“YES, I MADE IT!”
ivories tickled passionately in grandeur
a style all its own
a pure happiness
that sends tingles through the spine

to the knees,

to the fingertips,

to the voice
that gives awesome words

to the wordless harmonies.