The instrument plays itself…
Is that a metaphor spoken with a wink?
"The right key at the right time," would make you think
that's all that's needed for blissful sound
from human throats, fingers, lips, that eyes
to read those notes can satisfy our longing for melodies.
If only that were all it takes,
just knowing what makes
our thirsty hearts to drink
such art in choristers' strains
to rise from downbeat, to fall like rains.