Nothing ever
changes in a syncopated rhythm.
Patterned
notes placed perpendicularly
against the
treble clef bar in even increments,
until you
arrive. Running your fingers
down the
scales in unpredicted sessions,
separating
skin against ivory keys,
fingering each
with the tip of your index.
Cold keys jump
at echoed eruptions
as the
instrument begins to sing out
harmonizing
tones of soft symphonies to each ear.
Supple sharps
and flats move hands to elevated lengths,
reaching to
stroke their smooth black surface.
The condensation
of energy in-between
lets your
hands slide in a slow somersault
from left to
right, reaching soprano heights,
as fast
friction flirts against the keys in staccato stippling
until finale
emissions end the dance.
