rain hits the piano keys
forms melodies
wrung from storms
to the untrained ear
random
but
like woodland-creature footfalls on fresh snow
patterned
by the pulse of life
moving
fleeing
preying
playing
notes of the living
bittersweet, sometimes sweet, sonatas
the dissonant chords
and
consonant chords
dance
in harmonically progressive orbits
that create cloudy tempests
the wind wrings the clouds
and rain falls
striking the piano keys of life
~
Words and Photography ©2019 Tanya Cliff ~ to contact me
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