The tune on that piano carries

Into the night.

I stop. Whatever I am doing, soothed

By the sound. Tinkering notes

Calming, clamouring to be heard

Voices from long agoIn this quiet night

When all is still…borne. 

Still, my beating heart, turn down

The thunder. The storms rage on

But we will beat the tempest

We will take the tornado by the horns

And we will beat our drums

Along with that crescendo dawning

On the quiet notes of that piano

Yet again.

As the tune on the piano carries…

On.