by Gary Every
Melody cascades like waterfalls,
white keys tumbling, splashing,
like froth and foam,
black keys like rocks and stones
water crashing, clashing, leaping into air
creating harmony bones, skeleton chords,
symphonic skin and musical flesh
as if it is liquid.
This stream of sound
carries my ears to a cosmic ocean
where trilobite memories
frolic on the bed of the sea.
Two hands reflected in black lacquer,
fingers prance and wriggle on the keyboard
like tarantulas dancing.
Prancing spiders adorn waterfall boulders
building beautiful intricate spider webs
geometric imitations of ripples in a pond.
Ripples spreading outwards in concentric rings
more ripples and more ripples
spreading out wards in concentric rings,
the tadpoles dream.
Tadpoles swimming steadily
and trying to imagine how the frogs sing,
genetic memories cascading like waterfalls.