The organist

Jesus whispers

in the spaces between your fingers

on ivory

on ebony

decending, ascending

 

between your fingers

I press my lips to Christ's

sharing His breath

inhaling

exhaling

 

aloud, with Spirit

I am drawn out

between your blessed fingers

across Holy octaves

reaching to Heaven

 

uplifted, restored, renewed

by your fingers

while God listens

between them,

I sing