Clique

The ever steady click Of silver keys As I press them down in difficult rhythm. Warm air blows through a plastic mouth piece But no sound comes out Not yet, not yet, two more measures. Two more rests. When the time comes A sounds like no other Rich and deep, beauty and peace. My part, not important,,but my sound is magnificent. I live for this noise This rich roar and rumble A shudder in your chest as it shakes the floor. My mind is empty For the first time today. An empty shell, void of thoughts, Only happens when I play. My fingers, how they dance and tango on the silver plates, The warm deep tones melt those around me. In time I play, in tune I roar. Nobody listens to me by myself anymore. But with my bass All turn and show their face. They beg for more, they cry for more. I live to be heard. I live to play.