piano fingers and italian flags

let my fingers create music from your soul

and maybe the world could find a smile among your never-ending love of noise

the sound of recognised family voices alerts my mind to the warmth of Nonna's cooking

wafting scents of "diverse" perfume and catch-up giggles

you may remain untouched but from the toddler's ear found note bashing

within the frozen timestamped moments you breathe for

she will be tall enough to find the tall melodies inside your protected strings

and play for the memory of the ones you came from

old enough now to recreate the smell of Nonna's approving hugs

and the giggles of friends never forgotten; always here

but endlessly young enough to make use of the gift of noisey,

unknown,

soul music

her smile creeps wiser

as her slender toddler fingers press hard on the memories

fading ever knowingly into sounds of kindness,

sadness,

love.

the voices of the dinner table

the rich scent of kitchen flavours

focus her mind on her roots and blood

made powerful

from every moment memorised so carefully within the notes of an invisible symphony

that is where the hearts of every long lost loved one will be welcomed

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Fin.