MOODS
it’s night in your eyes again
the light of day long gone
crackles of your fiery laughter
replaced
by moods speaking more
than 10-thousand of your
sprawling sentences
over a cup a green tea
A METAPHYSICAL LOVE STORY
there’s a building that grows
around a piano in japan
its narrow body twisting around
that baby grand
like vines on red brick
stopping short before it swallows
the keyboard whole
how it got there
no one knows
the stories and the characters
change
with the seasons
and the passing of days
