I hum under the velvet sheen of oil

Splayed across my 78 matte black members

Some keys sit distant, isolated for years, dormant but bright

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purring as a tiger cub,

Crouched to leap in to the Jungian

Clacking like a curious baby duck through the leaves

off the banks of the Susquehanna

Ignoring the muddy depths of where my pounding goes

Soft but unyielding. 

Only when pressed to my limits.

Boundaries. 

Established by physics.

Special tools are needed to fix me. 

Crumbs of long-forgotten meals stuck between my cracks.

Used every day, fearful of the day

When some liquid parade will cascade all over me, damp as a Bangkok shower.

When the spring comes loose

My command weathered over use until the bones of circuitry are made available

See-through but saying little

The last physical interface before it all becomes light

At night I light up

Hammered when angry, caressed when excited

Made to experience everything but never remember

Built to be touched by you