I never could have thought my keyboard transforms so naturally into a grand piano every time I write. The prelude, the exposition, the recapitulation: it's my mind that creates; the fingers execute.

earth song

you draw me close and drink
my nectar, you kiss

my blossom flower-heads, you
enfold my brooks,

my purple falls, my lissom
snow peaks, you

sink into the dark ravines of
my olive forests

my swirling seas, you wield
your love, your primacy

over my flesh, my bones,
my blood. I cannot

be possessed you know. I
take your infinite

seeds into my womb. I
sprout your love to life