Watching from stage left
Look how your fingers fall upon the keys
like snow or autumn leaves,
I feel them twine around my heart
in soft caress the music starts,
and with creation comes the song
each year a verse four seasons long.
I cannot find the words to say
what moves in me to hear you play,
nor fathom how you calmed the rage
that kept me beast-like in my cage,
for without words you set me free
with every note you play to me.