Poetry
The Cherry Wood Piano
S.R. Azazel
issue five
Soft notes & harmonies play
Dancing through the corridor
Bouncing from fresh craters in the walls
As wild, sugar charged toddlers.
The cherry wood piano sang with me.
Playing with such cadence
Numb fingers mimicking the necks of swans
Spring to life running across patinated keys.
Tapping as dancers, with livelier tendons
I am losing the feeling in my…
Hands, numbing sensation
Consuming all nerves.
Dried wicker fingers elongate,
Hyperextending.
Bashing them into keys
I fly higher in my old age
Fearless of them shattering.
Coos of my daughter’s newborn
Soothes the everlasting aches.
About the Author
S.R. Azazel is an acclaimed poet, writer, and storyteller whose work delves into the emotional landscapes of love, heartbreak, healing, and the complexities of the human mind. With a very distinct voice that blends softness with sharp insight, he has built a loyal and thoughtful following online. Having his poetry formally punished, being featured in multiple literary publications & magazines he continues to find new readers drawn to the honesty and beauty of his language. As his body of work grows, with future plans for other forms of writing, Azazel remains dedicated to crafting stories that moves, challenges, and connects, giving readers not just words, but moments of bliss they can carry with them. For updates https://bio.site/srazazel.
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