Joy
The exquisite purity of these notes surely
comes from God
reverberating in ripples
colliding with mountains
reflecting back in waves of
magnified grandeur too immense
for my small mind
A single ebony grand piano
rests on the desert floor
playing to howling coyotes, stately sahuaro
baby bunnies and blinking stars
keep rhythm
The night overfills with the symphony of heaven
pianist’s head bowed in reverence as
nimble fingers find before-unknown keys in
preternaturally glowing moonlight
I sit at my keyboard playing piano
ability so long forgotten --
Pachelbel’s Canon in D
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