memoirs of a pianist.

For anything that was taken from me, that I attempted to give back, that was then taken from me again. For anything that my soul owes anyone, and for the souls in debt. This is for you.

carving red blood on the shaved wood
lead bleeding off ivory papyrus
python green veins emitting gamma rays
strong enough to call your bluff, I know.

lingering eyes of zeus as I hover
chapter to chapter, pages absorbing sweat
sprinting through tight spaces between words
searching for something called love, no more.

fingerprint ghost towns
muscle memory
beige cotton sheets
chocolate truffles
cigarettes and coffee
adoration and good riddance