As your boney fingers slid

Gracefully across ivory keys,

I felt my soul lift up and out

Of my body;

My mind climbing higher

Than the scales would allow.

The lids of my eyes

Fell gently with no effort of their own.

A kaleidoscope of paisley

Danced unencumbered

By a trace of reality;

Visions appearing like specks

Of confetti or fireflies decorating

A romantic evening in the thick of July.

I breathe in deeply,

The scent of renaissance

And courtly love.

Maybe I was born here

Or maybe this, the place

My soul first learned of time.