Mary\u2019s fingers trace the notes
\nabove the piano,
\nlike a vine on the trellis
\nof a staff.
\nI see Jackie trace the face
\nof fossils in the stone,
\nof a house built from the life
\nof an ancient sea.
\nI see yesterday inside
\nthe hours of tomorrow.<\/p>\n
Each of us
\nfinding a door to music
\ninside us,
\nto the tides of an ancient moon.
\nTo memory
\ncrossing the trail of time.
\nMichael pounding on the wall,
\nleaving
\nthe indelible sound
\nof his laughter.<\/p>\n
I see the weaving of souls,
\ncatching in its net,
\nthe story of ourselves,
\nlearning how to sing,
\nhow to see,
\nhow to travel into space,
\nthe joy of perpetual innocence,
\nforming
\nthe arches of the universe.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Mary\u2019s fingers trace the notes above the piano, like a vine on the trellis of a staff. I see Jackie trace the face of fossils…<\/p>\n