Clavicembalo

oh, my sweet clavicembalo
i lay a finger upon you and you sing for me
turning the unspoken and suppressed, into symphony
you take both my hands to give you a richer voice
you take my hands,
and pry off the shackles with every note


i am braver today, because of you
my forgiving piano.



now if the piano had a soul, but no eyes
would she know her constructor's hands still?

after so many years, she must be tired
and i am sure many have abused her keys,
playing just a little too hard than necessary
or taking delight in discord
i think the sweet clavicembalo would recognize the hands.
only he can appreciate her full worth
only he knows exactly how to fix her.