|I’m sent from above-
like rain on blue prayers.
blessed with Gabriel’s lost notes, I
can see up to God’s throne, yes,
while he plays this soul
of flesh free- makes me
the music of piano, the
burn in the
stormcloud’s roar from
when sound called up,
first made me whole.
sounds like love.
weighted in my chest
-it finds freedom after
hurt. I hear Earth’s tremble harsher
-better than the soil itself. When
land and tree sing to me, I hear
blooming inside- a spirit
shadows across my face,
unloosed. I play the wind
in my blood.
** Left side is original quote from Mark Twain’s Special Letters to the San Francisco Alta California August 1, 1869
|*Blind Tom was a highly popular autistic and blind pianist who performed throughout the US from 1860’s until his death in 1908|
This is a stunning form – I’d love to experiment with something similar!