The piano keys are stacked.
These days, the loudest piece of
Furniture is keeping its mouth shut
With scales more colorful
Than snakes it carries notes and
Ideas like scatteres marbles.
Shaking lincoln log thoughts
Out of my ears I build a gazebo.
Dragging instruments one by one,
I have an orchestra.
My fingers thaw into hands
That remember how to laugh.
I start from scratch and
Slow as a snail, those old
Recipes come back.
Some better than others.
Old friends you are like family
Speaking in your secret languages.
How I've loved and missed you.
Each instrument a unique
Engine of guilt.
As my apologies are accepted,
I pray they always will be.
Like a parent I will try again
To make things right.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 1:06 AM UTC
The piano keys are stacked.
These days, the loudest piece of
Furniture is keeping its mouth shut
With scales more colorful
Than snakes it carries notes and
Ideas like scatteres marbles.
Shaking lincoln log thoughts
Out of my ears I build a gazebo.
Dragging instruments one by one,
I have an orchestra.
My fingers thaw into hands
That remember how to laugh.
I start from scratch and
Slow as a snail, those old
Recipes come back.
Some better than others.
Old friends you are like family
Speaking in your secret languages.
How I've loved and missed you.
Each instrument a unique
Engine of guilt.
As my apologies are accepted,
I pray they always will be.
Like a parent I will try again
To make things right.
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