Like a pulsing in my chest,
An ache in my soul.
by felt-bound hammer, and
Days pounded repeatedly, my
Pain cloaked in mercy.
Your Spirit sings near me and
Tremors erupt in my belly.
Notes of resonance, harmony.
Your voice beckons all my straining
Peels the silence away.
With strikes and songs, strokes and pelts.
You coax the music of my life
To resonate and harmonize
Abandoned, deemed useless and out of tune.
You stood nearby and hung your notes between us.
I felt the rumble in my belly –
chords of life vibrating with mysterious life. Creator Life.
Then Jesus, you sat and touched the keys,
Pulled your fingers down the dusty keys,
And crescendo followed trill as songs I long thought died