piano to the sentences
i will not say
i will not say
the indentation of fingers
to keyboard like pressure
in clay
transformed, but intact
strings to the volatility
i will not express
i will not express
the plucking of fingers
on triggers like chords
in a hollow
empty but echoing loud
palms to the bongos, heart's
thumps, pulsing, argues
and muscles
the emotions that earthquake
inside, i
reach in the darkness
contend with the blindfold
fumbling through silence
and expect to find
the instrument
hangs
on a wall somewhere
and voices
what i will not let
speak.
~
RNH
