Fortissimo

fortissimo
(poem / 2007)

the piano knows my secrets
it does
i've spent years and hours screaming at it
thru the thin blood-white flesh in my hands
as if i were a teacher
burning ideas to its keys
maybe so i can forget them myself
?
screaming
     silently
         soundlessly
              soulfully
                   strandedly
                        softly
                             slowly
                                  shiftingly
                                       solidly
                                  soulfully
                             strandedly
                        strangely
                   stupidly
              singing
         sensing
    shrieking
screaming
?
maybe so i can forget them myself
burning ideas to its keys
as if i were a teacher
thru the thin blood-white flesh in my hands
i've spent years and hours screaming at it
it does
the piano knows my secrets