Surprising slings of solitude sing of solace of and penitence Scales of piano percussive, peace, plenitude, uprising through clouds of fog and silence. Old hymns and notes fall about my mind. Among them are thoughts and memories though many jar and shake, not sublime. Subsisting on faith, I sing a praise to thee. Pounding on keys white and black, some artist asks, “why the request?” Sequence, languor, excitement, upon the rack. These moving sounds sing at my behest.
