There is this hesitation— if you listen
you will hear it — that breath taken
before the hands drop on keys;
if you are really tuned in, you will hear
emotion released through body to tip
of fingers, energy transfered, skin
to ivory — a quick tap, a deep plunge,
a long hold — there is life played out
across eighty-eight notes; timbre
determined by touch; if I listen,
I hear a tempest at night, taste a great
wave as I ride out on a sapphire ocean,
attend a wedding, trudge along
a funeral march, dance like David
before the Lord, ascend beyond
the ink and stars. All this, if I close
my eyes and just listen.
—C.L.Fisher, Feb. 2020
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