[mudra]

The Piano Upon The Ocean

There upon the bluest waves, on a raft drifting away from the shore.
Sat a single pianist who played out so lonely, telling his haunting score.
With his fingers he played telling, stories of the darkness found in the sea
And on those keys playing, a song for my reckoning,
as the pianist was calling to me.
He calls for the sunset and then calls for the moon, he kisses her back into life.
And pounding quite fiercely, he brings waters as boiling,
churning and showing his strife.
You can see in his eyes he is the storm and the breaking,
he pounds out his tears.
And with notes I see floating, and the keys keep on flowing,
I see all of his fears.
The thunder his wording, the lightning his singer, the storm boys
to the notes that he plays.
To capture a moment, to stay there in time, voiceless I hear all he’ll say.
The hurricane building, sweet love like the gilding,
his passion found out in each chord.
Over waves come to crashing, out to sea he’s still dashing,
the waters part for this artistic lord.
With a brightness so blinding, no telling no minding,
the rain like a wall in its wake.
With his fingers unfailing, finding every key, his song not one of mistake.
Still he pounds the ivories, as though to make them bleed,
makes them sing his anger, and makes them tell his need.
The mermaids swim close to listen, the sirens now too so still.
Bending the dark around him, bringing it to his knees for his will.
On into forever, the pianist still carries his tune.
Now I gaze across the waters, hoping he comes back soon.

Devis inkwell

Loving kindness
mudra