The wind barely caressed my cheek
I reached for the piano keys
tinged from yellow-aged days.
Folly, what folly.
For my transgressions
I wandered 40 days and 40 nights
the caved-in chest drew my breath
and the sands enveloped my feet.
Darling, you stole my innocence.
He, yes he gladly gave me fingers
I tenderly trotted across miles
of lust and fresh meadows.
The air a fragrant green.
My only sorrow, our music’s absence,
the silence more than two hearts can bare.
Remember me when the waves
wash ashore the black keys of death.
There was no way to polish what was left.