I wonder where he is, where he will be, where we stand. We leave our past behind so we can create our future. The piano puts fourth its trickling voice, amazing how ten fingers and eighty eight keys can create something that pierces my soul so. White, black, white. White, I love you. You mix with anything. You are everything. You are undifferentiated and pure. Your fields of pristine melt against my gentle hips. You illuminate each dark corner of mine. Once I thought I was darkness Now I know I was only waiting for a light to show me the way inside. I am an empty shell. Hold me close and you'll hear the song. Really, it's all you and there is no ocean inside. A mere blush of blood coursing with no way out. And yet, It sings to you, tells you what you want to hear because you made it believe. You picked it up, ground worn and empty, And filled it with the rush of what it is to fly. with the elation of the safety in your hands. The subtle push of blood beneath your gentle skin cr