Poetry, Wordplay

Day

The day breaks with birds flyin high
Still sitting on the floor
Foil in hand from previous nights
And then
I hear her, I feel her
Running through my veins
Like a river
Running free
Her voice flowers the color of acoustics
Breeds half notes and whole ones
With fervor into music
Igniting
The fire
Firing power and desire
I set foot
On the keys of the piano
While she spits her scats
With aim and precision
Crescendo!
Freedom is yours and mine Nina,
You know how I feel.