i want you for your freedom,
for capturelessness, for capriciousness,
i want you for your opportunities:
give me an inch, i'll grow a mile
and we can walk it together.
if you are a piano,
all black and white keys and holding together
harmonies and melodies all on your own--
if you are two hands working together
and syncopating what you desire
for yourself,
give me the key and i'll create another line
to weave in and around what you lay down.
i am through
with the cringing and the crying,
i am wide open and waiting
for something brighter than what love used to be.
let me inside the gate,
give me the access and i'll give you creation:
from scratch, from sticks, i will build
a new instrument altogether.