If peace has the voice of a piano
If peace has the voice of a piano
Mahogany brown wood, with a hint of varnish
With grains you can’t imagine
Merciful fingers playing with the idea of making a joyful sound.
Silence in the house as the clock strikes midnight
Stealthily footsteps down ancient staircase.
Gentle strides into the conservatory.
The small piano can be seen waiting in the corner.
Excited hands open a heavy lid.
A scolding heart reminds them of the time.
But a wilful mind willing forgets.
A finger descends upon a flat key
The black steps hide between.
If peace had the voice of piano
The player wondered as she dared to tap a few extra notes
No if peace has the voice of a piano.
A slow graceful air descended upon her fingers as she tried
To emulate the sacred peace she imagined. Her vocal chords
Twitch in light of a song after such a turbulent period.
Again she whispered into the cold progressively long night
If peace has the voice of the piano. The creative wires in her brain
Which had grown hopeless in the face of no songs strengthened themselves in preparation for the mass of electrical impulses which would travel along them.
She opened her mouth:
If peace has the voice of a piano
Then imagine the capabilities
She could silence the warring drunken brutes
She could silence the climax of arguments
And make destruction cower in the face of her beauty
Peace, peace she hath no foreseeable form.
She shines, she blossoms ,she flowers. Her beauty
Unblemishable . Unquestionable. Ask a question and face the impossible
Wrapped in a child gentle touch.
Kissed by a roses closure.
Hounded by a promise of Utopia
Think about peace as a piano
Her voice would be heard by those of hearing
The passion of a pianist evidence to those hard of hearing.
Just imagine everything in unity. Just for a second a small movement where everything
Moves in sync, every footstep and thought is in alignment with no difference in opinion.
Just imagine.
The clock strikes 1 and the stealthy footsteps scurry up the staircase
Peace shall resume tomorrow night.
Mahogany brown wood, with a hint of varnish
With grains you can’t imagine
Merciful fingers playing with the idea of making a joyful sound.
Silence in the house as the clock strikes midnight
Stealthily footsteps down ancient staircase.
Gentle strides into the conservatory.
The small piano can be seen waiting in the corner.
Excited hands open a heavy lid.
A scolding heart reminds them of the time.
But a wilful mind willing forgets.
A finger descends upon a flat key
The black steps hide between.
If peace had the voice of piano
No if peace has the voice of a piano.
A slow graceful air descended upon her fingers as she tried
To emulate the sacred peace she imagined. Her vocal chords
Twitch in light of a song after such a turbulent period.
Again she whispered into the cold progressively long night
If peace has the voice of the piano. The creative wires in her brain
Which had grown hopeless in the face of no songs strengthened themselves in preparation for the mass of electrical impulses which would travel along them.
She opened her mouth:
If peace has the voice of a piano
Then imagine the capabilities
She could silence the warring drunken brutes
She could silence the climax of arguments
And make destruction cower in the face of her beauty
Peace, peace she hath no foreseeable form.
She shines, she blossoms ,she flowers. Her beauty
Unblemishable . Unquestionable. Ask a question and face the impossible
Wrapped in a child gentle touch.
Kissed by a roses closure.
Hounded by a promise of Utopia
Think about peace as a piano
The passion of a pianist evidence to those hard of hearing.
Just imagine everything in unity. Just for a second a small movement where everything
Moves in sync, every footstep and thought is in alignment with no difference in opinion.
Just imagine.
The clock strikes 1 and the stealthy footsteps scurry up the staircase
Peace shall resume tomorrow night.
