*Dedicated to my dearest friend, Dima on the occasion of her 16th birthday*
Tell me, do you dream of lullabies or anthems?
Tumbling, tumbling down white
Into a rhythm that demands obedience-
Though they cannot know it
It pummels through your fingers
With violent thrusts of blood red and blues-
Though they cannot see it
The world shifts on gentle ice
The chatter of the ballroom quiets
And the hammers hit a thrumming climax
It is ivory, ivory, and ivory-
Bleeding into your skin, beating and beating
Your heart to the down-thrusts of your hands
Do you find God in your fingers-
As the treble strings tremble
Madness, melodious madness plunges
Deep within your breast with an ivory handle
Tell me, tell me, do you dream in lullabies or anthems?
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