Constant Satellite

He traces a finger long up and down the ivory, the moment of artistry must speak for itself, must be given the time to uncoil and make beautiful it's own moment in time and place. It must be given space to have life, that it lives with honesty and integrity forever.

He sits at the bench, one foot tests the pedals that he knows so well, and still his fingers run up and down the keys. The moment comes.

A flash, and he hears emotion, it sends shivers down the spine, it pulls his index finger to the starting place. His eyes close, and his head tilts ever so minutely.

The first note, the second, clear as a bell. His left hand rests, and then begins to play as well. He sees nothing and everything at once, from behind closed lids.

A whisper...and the words come in a dream.

hey love
is that the name you're meant to have
for me to call
look love
they've given up believing
they've turned aside our stories of the gentle fall

but don't you believe them
don't you drink their poison too
these are the scars that words have carved
on me

hey love
that's the name we've long held back
from the core of truth

so don't turn away now
I am turning in revolution
these are the scars that silence carved
on me

this is the same place
no not the same place
this is the same place, love
no not the same place we've been before

He pauses, hesitates, the music consumes him, burning up and his voice chokes. He is the canvas now, and the music spiraling around the room is his paint, beautiful, distinct. It rings from every surface, it lifts and takes hold of its listeners. His eyes open, and he is far away, with fingers still dancing, with music and song spilling from his mouth, but what he sees, they cannot profess to know.

For a second, a glimmer, an instant that transposes forever, she sees a tear at the corner of his mind's eye.

hey love
I am a constant satellite
of your blazing sun
my love
I obey your law of gravity
this is the fate you've carved on me

He closes his eyes, and as the piano goes silent, and the music dies, the applause takes over. The words and talking, "where did you learn..." "...what song is" "how did you?"

He rises, and as a shadow disappears. But shadows have memories, and he can't get the image of her out of his mind.

Hey love,
I am a constant satellite.