The Old Piano

Here in the music room we have a piano. I have come to find it rather comforting. Sure there are other nicer, finer, or more important pianos in this world, but not to me. There was one in Mexico that was very important in my life. All summer I had craved the black and white keys that were so far away. Then finally in the basement of a church in Renosa MX. I found one. It was the only one I saw there. There were mostly key boards plugged into fuzzy speakers. They didn't resonate or have the feel a real piano does. There is something in the resistance of the keys that pulls you in.

Last night Jenn and Jason were here. Jenn began to play the piano and asked for me to sing with her. Mmmm.... And so i did.

Cold, cold clay to your waste its hard to go on this way

Cold, cold clay can't escape can't find you in this place

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And I dive right into your lies and your sin

And clay wraps round again over my skin

*

One more glance and you're swallowed up whole

Into the myre found deep your soul

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Cold, cold clay to waste hurts to go on this way.

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You turned to leave I grab your shirt

And the clay falls into the dirt

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Open my eyes and role over in bed

And realize the clay was all in my head

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You looked at me and all you said

Was baby goodnight.

Our voices splashed together. There will never be another voice so inviting to my soul. Although there is one equally intriguing. I will have her back in a few weeks. If one feeds my soul you can only imagine what both together bring. There is a deep satisfaction in three voices that meet. After months of separation the initial event will be overwhelmingly like returning home after months of being away.

-Jonlyn