swaddled in snow
a world so white
a transformation so dramatic
overnight
it didn't make a sound 

abroad

home

you cannot be 

one fixed place

you have to be

fluid, adapting 

to where i am 

so let go of your 

old-fashioned ideas, to 

help me stay sane 

hello 

new home  

adopt me please

spider

​a spider

weaves its web

from one leaf

to another 

fine silk 

is threaded

into beautiful symmetry

an intricate pattern 

maybe you will notice it

on a misty morning 

hanging in the forest 

in all its dewy glory 

maybe you will say 

ooh and aah

take a picture 

and gather a following

meanwhile, a fly

caught in the web

is relished 

by this artist 

it cares not a damn

for your like 

or your comment

or for what you think

waves on the rocks

heavy
with the weight
of a billion secrets

the sea crashes
on the shore
scattering them into the air
asking for more 

fort

i broke my fort 

for you 

and now i don't know

what to do 

because even if i build

the walls all over again

you're already inside. 

rich

let me tell you

what I see in you 

you should know 

your wealth. 

connect

i laughed
and laughed

and laughed
till i choked

and then
i took a breath 
caught your eye

and we burst out again 

some best friends
are made overnight

inseparable

softly

sound the notes

scattered at first 

the right hand 

light,

tentatively touches

the ivories 

the left hand 

guttural, lends the song

form,

shaping it.

the two

play with each other

tugging, pulling

the right hand

laughs

trills

like a girl

the left hand 

more masculine,

rooted 

forms the bass

on which she builds 

they move

towards each other 

mostly

but at times, leave

to randomly float 

into rubatos

returning

in joy  

sometimes, the notes 

too close to each other

sometimes

at octaves

too far apart 

noisy, turbulent 

but keeping time always

through the rests

making peace 

through the tests. 

when you learn the song

you learn to play

both hands together 

two 

is a melody.