Tune me to be the golden chords
That harmonize in your ears.
A woven melody to tie up warmth
As you stroke each key so freely,
And like an unverbal soliloquy
I speak for your love, madness, and tyrany.
So coddle me with callused fingers,
A rough manner that brings pleasure.
I enjoy every moment you spend
Just to be with me in our melodies,
And I so freely announce your beauty
So your audience is lost in our ambiguity.
I know that mortality is not mine,
How you can only last so long.
But when dusk settles on your eyes
And then dust settle on my ivory,
I will recall our countless requiems
Until your children play again our dreams.
© E. M. Burke















