Honeycomb Keys to love note leaves.

I kept coming back to the piano in the shadow filled night 

deleted dream sequences of halls full of stain glass 

the rolling keys underneath hands

the progression unfolding in the background  

do your eyes Own the memories shaped as a child

through rolling hills along these scrawled lines

tribal minds learnt during Mother’s story time

when one hand stands still in front of another

under a bell That towers above but now longer rings

On the Prow of the breakers seamless sail

obviously at odds with the expressionism

Of time when even keels and weights 

shift from the heal to the weighted toe

now measured Capricorn line 

A belittled solitaire of honeycombs 

As I now watch weathering along a beach.