For Madison – A Free-Verse Poem
colors vibrant beneath the sun’s light,
a clash, a collide,
within the scope of your eyes.
how bright the world must be
to see what you must see,
uplifting thoughts to think,
always to float, never to sink
paint-covered hands
grace worn piano keys,
count to four and back again;
what whispers of music can you honestly hear?
song sheets barely there to read,
play to heart’s content,
to your soul’s need.
this Earth fits to your measure,
number by number,
letter by letter,
born from the dawn
to conform to your standard.
and at day’s end,
as you lay down to rest,
the stars may fall at your behest.
quiet as silent can be,
inside your dreams so utterly free,
with paint-covered hands
gracing the piano keys…
