A Song Was Written Erroneously

Caught you sitting; fingers spread,
Dusty organ keys , gut pit a coiled,
Crumbling forest fire ash. Pipes scream
at your touch. Notes discordant. Let’s discuss
Why you repeat yourself. Let’s discuss the organs.
You repeat yourself to remember.

The pipes are screaming,
Oil cleaned the keys they look pristine.
They’ll never forgive you.
Nerve-damaged thumb pressing
Just too hard—manipulation.
You repeat yourself when you’re scared.

Your neck stiffens. Sitting still
For so long will do that.
Open the pipes and let the air free.
They long to forget.
You repeat yourself when you’re scarred.
They haven’t forgotten yet.