A Valley of Vapor

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The lover thinks he loves the doings of

One man inside this home, Sevillan space,

Piano, kitchen, cooking, songs of love

On keyboard, playing Spanish music, bass

For strength, and melody for everything

That God has made that does not have such strength.

The fingers on the keys of ivory sing

Of lighter things.  The darker keys find length

Like threat and death, yet not so much of them.

Combined they search the cosmos in the room.

The music tries to heal like Jesus’ hem

When touched, the music touched by beauty’s gloom.

  A touch of Scottish man in sadness plays

    Across the scene like sorrow’s Scotland haze.

~ Phillip Whidden