Every key your soft gentle finger tips touch
every note, filled with so much of your passion, angst, weep,
your guffaw,
and your giggles
they taste sweet of yellow daffodils
and treacly like the honey from the summer bees
they empty my soul leaving me keen on you
their smell introduces me to a world I want to know
a world of you
and watching you sitting there play
for me
in your black t-shirt and dark wash denim jeans
on our piano
in our living room
in our home
breaks me down in every possible way
awestruck
and i remember you doing to me what you do the those keys
sending saccharine vibrations
all throughout my body
the music we make
the worlds we break
we can make anyone cry
and fall apart
laugh
and heal
in one second of our song