The Piano Boy

The melody your fingers produced
The rhythm from your keys
Its chorus wrapped its notes around me
Pulling me to sit on the leather beside you

I watched yours hands fly
Making music from words
I know not what the meaning is
Words falling from your lips as you teach me
Naturals
        Sharps
                                Flats
I follow the ivory keys drawing me in
I study the hammers, strings and pins
Searching for a source of the arrangement
But not finding one

I sit and listen
Letting the chords find my ears,
drowning out the world around me
I do not notice when the piano boy leaves
I did not care
I could still hear the echo of the tune
Reverberating off the white plastered walls

But a sound only travels so far
Falling once tired
Hitting the ground silent
I can’t stand to get up
Not knowing when I last rest
Reaching to recall what once filled my ears
The music you produced
So beautiful it cracked the walls I built

I did not know how to leave
It was the music that brought me here
But did not show me how to leave
The walls fell
Leaving me in a storm of dust

I closed my eyes
Not wanting to see the world for what it was
So I rested
Closed myself in

When I finally woke up
all I saw was a small daisy
Grown from the tears my eyes wept
And the dust it turned to earth
Leaning towards the sun
Standing between two ivory keys