Black & White
Eye to eye with a skeleton of ivory teeth;
Decayed, detached, destructed.
In a soundproof box of concrete,
You are trapped. Trapped with your sound,
With your fingers,
With your voice,
With your insidious partner.
A twenty-five minute stare down with a faceless monster:
Barred teeth, flat growl, tempting challenge,
It calls every move you make
A pure C# mars the battle’s end.
The fatal fault that leaves the withering frame of notes humming, laughing…
Helping reality to
Seep physical manifestations of your words
Under the crack in the chamber door,
Breaking the out of tune isolation.