Composition

As I stroke the keys,
A man of fire
Clenches,
Penetrates my soul.

Faster, faster he tempts,
His voice as smooth as silver,
Yet raging, a waterfall;
The water, my fingers,
Weighing down,
Pressing the keys.
Its zest and flame for life
Always moving.
Liquid so calm in nature
Pushed to its potential.

He becomes me
And I him.
Pushing, playing, becoming.
I am overcome with
Passion.