IVORY OF THE BEAST

Alluring, stirring, pale white teeth, clear sheen,
Come from the mouth of this carved, lifeless beast.
Thin slivers of black, glossy gums between.
My fingers touch it, though I feel the least.
My heart communicates my feelings through:
Alive the beast comes, echoing my song.
Interpreted receptions siphoned too,
Though I’d been wrong about them all along.
Great tremors shake my form as fingers speed,
The passion stealing out onto the keys.
My brain ignored, my feelings only lead.
This moment’s song in minor A’s and E’s.
Soon I am spent, with heartache on the mend:
For now, the beast dies and it is the end.