A Piano Burns And A Crowd Warm Their Ears By Its Sound.

Benny And The Jets:

Biting his fingers into each key and note
a crazed typist darting a squad of ten
against the enemy of silence.
He awakens the lava of their passion
from inside the belly of the piano's hunger.

Clair De Lune:

Sound like light rain,
light raindrops
wearing ballerina shoes
turning in a soft wave.