the melodious poem

I love the piano
because into it
myself I can pour

When I die,
I ask you to sprinkle me
amidst the strings
knowing at that moment
I will be upon the wings
of the angels
who whispered into my ears
and wrapped me in melody

I love the piano
because it alone
will let me transpose
fire into something
I can hold

if key striking string
did not behold
one of God’s most stunning ecstacies
I am at a loss to explain to you
what does

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