The Undertaking

I will write to you

In the movements of my fingers

Telegraphing to you the messages that I etch

Upon the creation beneath my finger tips

I will write you music and sing you songs

I will bleed out my pain

Bleed out my hope

I will thank you and express to you

My sadness and joy.

I will tell you I love you

I will show you my hurt

I will bring to you my peace

As I begin anew

With the sodden earth

Embraced by my hands and heart.

For there is always a prayer

In the best created art.