Piano
Still your crying,
brass, your thunder
and lightning, drums
and let me speak.
I have reasons
for what you shriek,
wail and clatter,
for what you sing.
My words are each
full sentences
condensed and a
phrase whole pages.
What I proclaim
I have in black
and white. Even
strength is my name
and my heart like
yours is strings and
hammers, which with
these keys opens.
John
Gibbens
from Septet