Perfectly tuned keys step out into the world
Dance down the canals of my ears.
Float into the blank vision of peace
And disappear like smoke before the next note falls.

Lashings of rain sound like popcorn on the creaky tin roof
And between cloud-washed sunshine
The wind sings its own song through the skies.
Its voice is familiar but always forgotten.

Cold creeps in, fog around my ankles.
Silence crushes around me, an ocean collapsing.
Music fulfills me, I am becoming.
Until the last key is played.