Keys

Soft keys pressed by soft fingers moving swiftly eyes close and heart slows down for once words are not flowing like they usually do so the music fills lungs and I find a bunce words are everywhere and my thoughts are lost writing with the soft rhythm of the piano keys relief passes over, for it feels like ecstasy to write again like a passing breeze my only comfort when the world is suffocating the simple smile of a rhyme that makes sense the beauty of the work that my fingers produce the wonder of how the heart is so immense soft keys pressed by soft fingers moving swiftly eyes close, but my heart stays focused and ready words are flowing faster than a silver waterfall nonetheless they are sure, pure, and steady