[for Alice Herz Sommer of blessed memory]
there was a piano that hid the sound of rains
then swept them over plains of golden arpeggios;
that lulled the roses under their coverlids of snows
then glowed with their unfolding.
petal by petal how that music stole the soul
and carried it through sickness, wars;
through what cannot be spoken;
the beautiful piano that hid the sound of rains
and fastened us to the infinite songs
so that we would not, could not,
blow away...
mary angela douglas 27 july 2016
there was a piano that hid the sound of rains
then swept them over plains of golden arpeggios;
that lulled the roses under their coverlids of snows
then glowed with their unfolding.
petal by petal how that music stole the soul
and carried it through sickness, wars;
through what cannot be spoken;
the beautiful piano that hid the sound of rains
and fastened us to the infinite songs
so that we would not, could not,
blow away...
mary angela douglas 27 july 2016
