David

Jennifer Paige©1997

May these hands be my saviors

Redeem me from my sins

            The sin of wanting fame

            The sins of the Father…

Take these hands to the light

Relieve me my sins

            The voices of demons in my head

            Have the voice of my father

The ivory greets my fingertips

The cool tension is divine

Their voices are the calm

            Pleasing

            Redemption

Baptizing me in a bath of Lizet

            Chopin

            Bloody Rachmaninoff

The father, the son, and the spirit

            Washed away

Lost in this cleansing

Then filtered down the vortex drain

However long they decide to stay away

Time wavers

Teetering on the quivering strings

Sounds of violins under water

The clatter of the keys’ kinetic lightning

The mallet on the string pounds thunder

            For a moment I am free from

            A god-like rendering

                        Prodigy

                        Son

                        Vessel

                        Mad man

Then the song is finished

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