What the Wind, Rain, and Thunder Said to Tom

Hear how sky opens its maw to swallow

Earth? To claim each being and blade and rock

with its spit? Become your own full sky. Own

every damn sound that struts through your ears.

Shove notes in your head till they bust out where

your eyes supposed to shine. Cast your lean

brightness across the world and folk will stare

when your hands touch piano. Bend our breath

through each fingertip uncurled and spread

upon the upright's eighty-eight pegs.

Jangle up its teeth until it can tell

our story the way you would tell your own:

the way you take darkness and make it moan.