Oh ****, my fingers ache
I miss those ivory keys,
Longing for the infusion of
My overwhelming emotion
Into varying melodies
Soft to the touch and sweet to the ear
That's where I did a lot of thinking;
A lot of releasing.
The music in me,
Like a raging fire,
Cannot be contained.
It spills and slips out
In shower serenades and
Classical pianist love ballads
I pour out my soul in the
Humming of tunes and
Strumming of the six-string.
I miss all eighty-eight of those
Confidants and confederates.