Spark
A Poem by Kristine Amundrud
The ivories glistened from glissandos
and flickered amidst spirited staccatos –
My fingertips,
cracked from motherly duties,
dishwater and October air,
bled in remembrance
of former days that set the heart ablaze
Melancholy melodies
crescendo as a wave,
swelling
to match the heart’s longing for more
What luster and brilliance
still remain?