and i sigh

i watch as light fingers darkened by the sun

search for meaning in the midst of the black and white,

needing almost yearning to find their place amid the specific

discursiveness wrought among cold and steel,

trying each key as if a golden treasure awaits

through well placed chorus and verse,

only to find an abject emptiness,

a hollowness underlined in green.

The austerity of it all hidden from the fingers which continue to dream,

the unseen remains unseen,

and the fingers continues to dream.