The Wish Within the Piano

After the chords
Have rung you to
Their places
And the slurry of notes
Have ascended to
One space

There's the throbbing in the pedal
When the fingers
Are removed
A growling yearn
Of taut strings
Humming

It's been tuned
To recover
To human whims
But it almost uses its own voice
From the way the sound
Makes it feel

From things being pulled
Way too close
Then released
To their separate freedoms
Singing as one
Like droplets off a drum