my hand orbits over the page
pen following the trajectory of my fingertips
pulled across the page by a gravitational force
until my words are a compass,
needle pointing north
i let my grip on the soil loosen
welcoming new roots
and the ascension of a star
instructions linger in the margins
half-erased transcriptions
left by hands that once trembled too
may you learn to refine the ways of your mind
may you be gracious and kind
may the lost become seekers of meaning
may meaning guide the wandering home
may you find grit in the grooves of my footprints
may you be brave enough to fill them
in my moments of doubt
I look up at the motionless stars
of the universe
in the sky they line themselves under my fingertips
ivory keys embossed with unformulated answers
and as I hope beyond hope
that my sound can reverberate
through the cosmos, into the earth
I begin to play.
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