PIANO
It doesn't sound like
hammers on strings.
It sounds like
fingers
and the world behind hands,
like names
and times of night.
It sounds like
someone can feel something
with those keys
and so,
for a little while
there doesn't have to be
anything else.
It sounds like
that word beyond speech
that can not be misspelled,
like a real, true voice
that is heard once.
It sounds like
it will never be the same,
and is infinitely more beautiful
because of its death.