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  • Lorraine Johnson

[107] From Its Strings

The keys of the piano play softly from its strings,

deeply, persistently it plays

the melody of a thousand songs

and wanting words

drifting across oceans, deserts

rocky paths and grassy marsh

trying to find you in the dark.

Close your eyes and it moves,

as water across time and place,

finding space in your heart,

vying for attention and

a warm embrace.

See the unseen, feel the unfelt

and eyes that pull you into sight

like a true love’s calls

in the middle of the night.

Follow me, it beckons

follow me through time

to the end, to the side,

upward and beyond.


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