The silver-struck
   Piano plays
A lonely melody
   As it tries
To capture
   The Moon’s
Very first,
   First Quarter,    
Partial-pale song,
   Filling midnight air—
But empty space
   Breaks Piano’s heart
It’s alone
   Up there—
But so, too,
   Is Piano.
It cannot capture
   the song in
the lonely, quiet dark

brave Trumpet
  then plays in turn
    calling out into
       that lonely, quiet dark
          cutting through
           that empty space
            in a brazen golden arc
             heroic in its mission
             to befriend somber Piano
             knowing that they’re both
            alone in a tuneless world
           then Trumpet stops
         then listens to the
       unyielding abyss
    for any signs
of connection

Piano stirs
   From its
Mournful solitude
    And returns
The gesture
    That there
Is hope

Trumpet 
   cries out
     with eternal
      excitement
      and vibrates
     in tremendous,
   newfound
joy

Piano knows
   Just what
To say
   “In Friendship
We are mighty.”

Trumpet
   says,
     “in
      friendship
     i am—”

“No,
   No,”
Says
   Piano.
“In Friendship
    We are mighty.”

Trumpet
  Repeats,
    “in
     friendship
    we
  are
mighty!”

In    their
   Music they 
Have   learned
   To             work
Together, together
   Piano & Trumpet
Now                    play
   With         consoled,
Rekindled        hearts
   And                   with
A                           goal
   To                     sing
The               Moon’s
   Very             first,
First       quarter,
    Partial-pale, 
Silver song,
   As one
Voice