the loaf

beautiful song bird
dances his hands across the piano
and his eyes are blind to
sheet music.
beer on the mantle
and each sip makes the notes
easier, smoother
faster and more pretty.
the lights are bright
but shadowed by their
potted covers
and the sun's already set
outside.
the smell of yeast wafts from the kitchen,
plates scream when they make contact
and skateboard wheels
wreck the floor in metered bursts.
it's hot
but sweat doesn't hover
on the surface of skin
and conversation comes in patches
but is constant throughout.
the song bird swipes his mouth
roughly, out of habit and thought.
he looks sullen,
but his music speaks differently.