Shadowed hands upon darkened keys
No light to illuminate the night without end
Stagnant, time slows and laughter rings
Oh how we strive to meets its desire
The seconds tick past without signs of ceasing
The one thing we can’t control
The one thing that is as sure as breath
As sure as the sun rises across the eastern shore each morning
Click, click the keys
Dust laden yet softened with age and attention
The music slows, the strings hum, the chords echo
Yet surely as I sit here, time goes on
For some too slow, and others never enough
Our fascination is insatiable and our appetite the wiser
Hair rises from goose bumps in the cold spring air
Like lifeless, tangled, strawberry-blonde geysers.
