poetry 1.0

keys

you never looked at me that way 

before I sat at your living room piano

and reverently brushed ivory keys

humming conversation around me

I sat in this pocket of safety 

and began softly tremulous apologetic 

breaths coming faster as I coax song from 

this abandoned friend

ever so slightly out of tune

and as my fingers remember how to dance I see 

you coming to lean against the wood

and you don't say anything as I play

I settle into crests and falls of running phrases 

and you look

amazed.