Piano

When my fingers touch the keys,
they know not where to go.
Though the heart hears the song,
my hands don't move.

I can imagine what it is,
that I wish to play.
But the fingers are still,
quivering,
silent they stay.

If I let them wander,
they truly do.
Not like jazz,
or off waltz tune.

They meander and explore,
like the body of a new lover.
Questing for that which is desired.
Occasionally a tune,
but it rarely transpires.

When my fingers touch the keys,
those black and white windows
to a world of chords and minstrels,
they pause,
Perhaps in awe
or respect.

For those who have come,
And that which has yet.

Notes on Progress.

The last couple of months have been rough.  I now have some time to get back on the ernest demon blog project...  Between me and Suizo, we've been trying to figure out a lot of things dealing with company construction and where the blog project will eventually go.  Though it would be nice to think that we could live off of just posting, reality states we need to consider a lot of things before such an exciting adventure can really get off.  And feed us.

That aside, revision of bones for chapter 6 is in place...  A major concern right now is lack of an illustrator... I'm not the greatest artist out there, but I would like to have illustrations for the story character page.  I'm starting to consider sucking it up and drawing them out anyways... 

We're approaching the development with small steps and goals we know we can achieve that will lead to improvements and bigger goals later.  The fact that we even got to chapter 5 in relative order still amazes me.  It's messy (well the blog is anyways).  It's bare (definitely needs more work).  And all this deja-vu isn't helping either... But it's being worked on.