Piano Lesson

Tiny vibrations crowd
the roof’s peak,
slide down
and splash across new-leafed trees,
midpoint of the half season.

In the beholder’s eye,
colour is rich yet,
a wet thing whose
layers are exposed,
shady green under excited yellow
under washed out, delicate blue.

A human, passive witness and
amateur scientist,
imaginary note pad in hand,
tries to understand this,
perhaps as sheaves of
impossible music,
wondering,
“Who authored bliss?”

God just sits,
pleased by its invisible grand piano,
tickling strings
via keys and other contraptions.