as she cries she
rests her heavy mind onto
the kneeled piano, rivers
running down patchwork cheeks, crashing
oceans on fire to the ivory keys, surrounding
the last song.

it will sound until the
wind that has been knocked,
kicked, slammed out
of her ceases to blow her
to and fro between
worlds, and
lays to rest her heavy
heart somewhere
in between.

she will not find her way to one,
or the other, and
will drift, arms
splayed, legs
splayed, hair afloat around a nowhere,
nothing face, and
her heavy soul will be forever
lost.