It Goes On

it rises like steam through the floorboards playing piano
warming the entire house on a cold morning
sometimes heating it more than sunshine
and slowly the symphony builds

she caresses the keys
a kitten cleaning its fur
a puppy exploring a piece of cardboard
bringing beauty out of nothing in particular

she tells the piano all her thoughts
a language special to her
barely known to me
yet each word is beautiful
each paragraph a new experience
although I know not
what she is saying
There is an understanding
of something in particular

Where I feet a chill
she explores warmth
where I feel emptiness
she instigates love
Where I understand little
She writes an encyclopedia
Where I can barely hum
She satiates the memory

My soul continues the journey
while she supplies the music

It Goes On

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