Fawn’s Piano

To aspire and inspire

The breath fresh and clean

As notes become chords

And melody becomes harmony.

It is the transition that grips the heart

The hidden beat, the pulse of music

The flow measured as the fingers fall

And what emerges unshackled, is.

It heals the tattered heart

It seeks the beast to tame.

July 6, 2015 Meldrum Poetry Workshop by Donald Meldrum
Prompt: Di’s improvisational piano
Written in response to “A Song for Du” by Donald Meldrum