Piano Keys

By Editor Apr 15, 2016



By Jean Anne Powell


Pounding on keys

clank clank clank

small chubby fingers

scattering crumbs

along spruce


Small fingers

find beat, find sound, find rhythm

dum, tadum, dum

swollen hearts and filled ears

at such vibrations


That can’t be music,

it goes beyond all of that

it’s more profound than that

more basic, built on instinct.

It’s got the subtle sound of a prodigy


Where is my mind

and the X Files theme;

my favourite noises

radiate from your fingertips.

It’s the only time I feel sisterly love

Maybe it’s the only way you know how to be my brother


The rest of the time

you’re spot ridden and puberty filled

sleeping in dusky rooms,

moody, shy, awkward

with a touch of knowledge

that’s just beyond all of us



By Editor

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