Ivory

my fingers are slow
ponderous
it's been years since
they've felt this cool
smoothness
years since they've
attempted to express
in this way

the knowledge tries to
fight through the
haze
fingers once fluid
are slow and stiff
uncertain

but with patience and
a calmness of heart
the music comes
slowly
quietly my fingers
plunk away

the mood created is soft
wishful
mournful and soulful

I finish craving more
knowing it's something
I can't have
not yet
but soon

I hope

we should jam some time

Cold steel under my fingers
biting into the calluses formed
by years of innovating and playing
creating moods that dance and float
through the stillness of the room
creating an atmosphere capable of
calling forth a burst of laughter
a slow nod of the head
or wrenching my soul in mournful lament
no one truly understands
except you