sun slips through fingers'

tips      my eyes catch glimpses of the

yellow      like half-moons      but

being full suns gliding

through wrists moving in

full twists

keyboard-catch they are

more than hints of yellow jazzing in

eye-blips       i keep thinking the sun

shines there and that roses grow

from my fingers in yellows -

they are so quiet

so they play only between the keys

and some triangle      occasional cymbals slice

hands catch my eye

i think they are sun

shines every single time

and i sheen a bit deeper

every time

and then equilibrium catches

up with grateful

every time

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