Pianissimo

it is little more
than a brush of ivory-
a base; the gentle thrum
that resonates through
and sinks into every fibre;
every bone

and not of magic;
no, through means far different-
those less conventional,
but those which are
as natural; yes, as natural
as breathing

a steady heartbeat
that underpins it all-
a base; the steady song
that makes the hairs
on your arm stand straight
to attention

and not of magic;
no, though still ethereal-
as enchanting as sunsets
as otherworldly;
as natural; yes, as natural
as breathing

it is little more
than a brush of ivory-
a base; a gentle thrum
that leaves your soul
as light, as weightless
as air