lights are off
we hold hands
it is dark
but a piano plays
recorded awhile ago
applause greeting the first notes
it quiets down
as intentions take over
their minds at the time
it was live
and now resonates
in a bedroom
two small hearts
beating
no words spoken
but minds alive
painting a starry universe
all over the stuccoed ceiling
where as the chords are struck
and sound waves generated
the rotating fan becomes
a supernova
fan blades
expanding to light up
the galaxy
it’s a meandering
song that stops and starts
that’s the way Tiersen
plays it
maestro
tempo
fingers
creating nebulas
that flow and pull
silently above us now
all started by watching
my son play the mini piano
and wondering
just perhaps
without being able to speak
he’s almost six
and doesn’t talk
but he has thoughts
that I’m sure of
so to bed
tonight and with a playlist of piano
pressed pause
there’s no stop
no need for stop in modern devices
to feel tiny fingers reaching
for the phone
which was keeping
him from seeing stars on the ceiling
a blue light comes on
tiny fingers type in the password
he figured that out
from watching me type it in
twice
up comes the music player
and back comes the song
lays back down the phone
on my stomach
holds my hand in the dark
we say no words
but the music heard
creates stars on the ceiling
we hold hands in the dark
and listen to the piano
