Finger pushes the key,
a sound pulses free.
A crack in the universe,
then another is pressed.
A chime rings out,
higher pitched,
as another part
of the universe splits, falls,
landing with a splat
on the carpet at
the bottom of the universe.
Then the first finger
presses down one more time
to chime in aural ecstasy,
harmonising the symphony,
as the glass particles
of the universe resonate
and shatter.
The final press on
the grand piano
of our universe of time,
disturbs the very matter
of this galaxy.
Bringing the ceiling
crashing down.
Euphoric release
as the sound escapes
beyond the shattered
glass dome
and is greeted by an
orchestra halfway down
the road at the end of time,
where the song starts to chime,
as the poet sits and
slowly lets his rhymes connect
with the frequency flowing all around.
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