Piano.
Talk to me.
Piano
feel the tip of my fingers.
Respond to me.
let your voice of song whisper,
resonate the tips of my fingers,
to the bone,
from vibration of sound, the sound of home.
Piano
foot down,
let that long voice linger.
Piano
one day I promise, your voice will be heard by the whole town.
YOU ARE READING
Maeve's Poetry
PoesiaThis is a bundle of my poems. Yes, those I write too. Feedback is always allowed! These poems may not be pretty, and some may be. These poems are the plump heart to darkness and light. Red, and grim, but still beating, and now in your hand, I give y...
