• Lorraine Johnson

[107] From Its Strings

The keys of the piano

play softly from its strings, deeply, persistently

the melody of a thousand steps

drifting across the floors

of oceans, deserts—

rocky passages and smooth paths

where you can only see in the dark

Close your eyes and it moves

as water across place and time

finding space in heart and soul

it begs attention, movement

and seeing the unseen,

that yet unfelt

eyes in the vastness catch glimpses

of the pull into the night

like a true love's call

follow me, it beckons

follow me, through time,

to the end of time,

to the side of time,

and beyond.