Black and white is too severe with no ascending
Fingers dance a rolling jig and spin a tone
Language alive in digits alone speaks a
His music – a song never written; a song
The words we seek are ineffective – failed
Verbal trash cannot replace antiquity’s stimulation.
Hammers fall on tense strings; smiles in
the hospital room.
Twinkling chimes, repeated rhymes, pierce
the amnesiac gloom.