Sunday, May 13, 2012

A Turn of the Page

Now the keys of the reef begin to swell
Until I cannot, am without sight's hope,
Tell what their depths are; they may be as hell
Is deep, and the waters and sky elope
With rigorous exercise of ship weight's
That are tossed about the keys like a rag
And given over to the game of tag!
Yet this is not the sort of music near
My position, for I am in the clear,
The sun shines on me, while you take the fee
Of the storm, the brunt, the damaging breeze
Brought about by the playing of piano keys.
So what is joy to one man becomes rage,
Two times, to places, a turn of the page.

                             A Turn of the Page, (c) Luke Bennette, May 2012

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