November 19, 2008
By Ariel Churchill, Clarksburg, WV

Smooth black keys on ivory white,
And a ringing from my hollowed inside,
A hallowed inside.

Deep notes resonating within,
Bringing me out,
All coming out.

"A Böse is a friend," she says.

No chord above the rest,
But everyone a new contest,
To the already twinkling, ringing and

Hider under my quiet voice,
Not so quiet,
When you teach me to sing;
Let us sing,
Trusted friends hand in teeth.

Tell me all,
Your most guarded secrets,
So carefully kept secrets,
'Cause I'll never tell.

Though not quite alive,
We know how alive,
Living creatures in line,
To be me.

"A Böse is a friend," says she.

The author's comments:
This poem was inspired by a few statements made by Tori Amos, one of my favorite song writers, regarding her choice of piano:
The Bösendorfer.

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