to sleek, sort of slick, shimmering harmonies on black keys,

I see the universe of the world's end.

A diamond dazzling on black ivory eternity;

a pebble, round, smooth, and used.

Singing clear, blue sky vocals through the briteness,

wrongful notes harmonize into one swan's song.

I feel the rough cut surface of a heavenly moon cratered sphere,

a softness dragging me towards nothing;

a pebble, round, smooth, and used.

Dreamers searching, forsaking life, death and God

like dancers piroetting, neglecting melodies, hushed and lullibied.

We hear water coloured daisies drown in man-made tears,

and light small fires to warm the epic of an age;