the glory it is
to splay my fingers across the keys
to soak it in
to press the pedal
to stomp the sound

we may not be beautiful
but we know how to weave music
around ourselves

to cover our faces with notes

she stumbles she skates
but the melody shines through
and the audience looks on
gazes elsewhere
heads cocked eyes
awed

flinging ourselves into the tips
of our fingers
we dance away our emotions
the hours tick by

i do not notice