Sound Board

Sound Board

Which key do You touch,
Which vision is such that man will feel
Every nuance of Your keyboard,
Your embrace of notes,
Messages driven inside by music –
The inner ear receiving sound
The heart interpreting before mind deflects.

I felt the tiny hammers drill inside,
Tumblers click one and two at a time.
The lock begins to open,
Only doubt can freeze it’s designs.
The heart strings tremble and resound –
A solid picture appears like sweets before dinner.
That is the time to open heart door,
Before the notes disappear
Into that troubled deck called fear.

Thanks for giving the music before the lock snaps
and the door closes another day.

– Sahishnu Szczesiul.


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