God's sonic imprint (She and J)

J and I laughed at an inside joke-
haha God is a baritone haha
She didn't get it; leaning
over I said
God's voice isn't a baritone voice
What is it She
asked.

Have you ever plucked a piano string
(She was musically illiterate- the sound wasn't there)
J knew only because I had explained this before to her
but every time it was new- that's how I knew it was true.
I couldn't explain it to without breathing harder

It takes a moment- just a moment- to hear the sound of a piano
you press as hard as you can and it still takes the same moment
unless you can't hear that, or know it so well from playing.

She smiled. God's voice was a piano- a words piano, what a poet I am
Do you undertand? I asked
She said yes and I knew no

When I talk to God, the sound comes immediately.
I know God and I have no clue- it feels good to hear the hammer strike before physics catches up
that's music, I know,
She doesn't. J can't, J tries.
J's God isn't a piano.

She looked at me still, and I play her song.