Some kind of joy
I saw in that elevator girl
like no other creature before
she had an ice cream cone
rocky road
marshmallow chocolate nut
chunky toothy grin
she found her happy place
on an elevator
with an ice cream cup
from baskin robins
it was large
at least three scoops
she laughed
elevated
spirit and body rising up
the levels
forget the rocky road
she was going
up
up
up

Silent piano
Soft is your texture
Beneath my fingers

Infinitesimal
The potential combinations
Of your ebonies
Ivories

Sweet is your grace

Up and down you go
Deep and high are you
Running
Majestic
Soft
Booming

You could decorate
The air
With your response to the touch of another

My room is reflected in your varnish
Your smooth corners
Decorate the banal white contours of this place

Your voice is a flight to another world
Solace from angry words
The gift of harmony

Silent piano
Your precision
Mathematical
Tense
Still
Awaits
A friend
To bring life to you

You stand patiently
Listening to the sounds of this house

The clock
The washing machine
The soft pad of a cat's footsteps
The rumble of traffic

All of these
Are nothing to you

Silent piano

For you know great secrets

One night
The eyelash said
To the pupil
Of eyes
Why do you vainly try
So much
To please people

October bonfires for Autumn lesser pyromaniacs ,
with Oak , Hickory and Fall leaves , ashes floating
in the Black Moon night , they ride into star clusters
then fade out of sight
Locked in flames allure , counseled by fire , glowing
embers , hypnotic flickering light , running nightfall shadows o'er the hardwood lines  
Gardenia perfume , warm coats , our uncloaked breath mingling with sweet smoke , cricket songs , hand-made skewers with
bratwurst and marshmallows
Trading stories , relearning one another ,
growing stronger , warmer , drawn into the wavering glow , crackling
tinder , white ash flurry , kindling eventide mellow* ..