the pianist and i

some days i let my mind
run into yours
we say hello but do not speak
otherwise
we drown
out the noise --
white
with the occasional black
key that hammers
a little too loudly
on its hidden string
wound tight around thoughts
that think too loudly
but do not know
any better
judgment abstains in protest
while we
kiss
in the company of
tired hands
and wind-blown caution.