the vibrating strings add melody
to words that vibrate the earth
the hands of a musician
the hands of a martyr
are clasped in an image
that goes beyond any piano
that goes beyond any pulpit
mere wood carved
and shaped and commanded
in immortal mold that maintains
the same breath, the same heartbeat
for both prayer and improvisation
two hands can blur the black and white
that sits idle, that sits ignorant
absent the rhythm and the reason
the flow of blood and thought
that celebrates
life through composition
that celebrates
death through baptism
two hands are brought together in prayer
from right to left / from left to right
two hands caress and pound contrasting tones
(between heaven and hell there is harmony).
The Muse Minefield 
