Coming Home

A piano plays,
warming the edge of thought.

Fuller than a radio, the music carries
the sense of skin pressing each note,
the sense of blood beating each beat,
an embodied song.

This is how you come home,
how you reclaim your space
in our lives.

The piano stops but the music stays,
warming the waiting air.

©Jane Upchurch
www.janeupchurch.co.uk