All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. |
Posting for posterity...raw... Piano Needs Tuning Auditorially challenged No rest for a beset mind Scanning a dim-lit screen In the adjacent kitchen Each discordant key echoes Off bay windows into the open area Shared rests between the keenly measured notes Plodding along a spectrum of sound sagging strings resonate inside an upright Baldwin. Once rich mahogany, faded by sunlight, Stained by coffee, marred by the talons Of unrepentant felines, sturdily depresses The carpet, not seen in 12 years. Rolled away once for an errant plane, The boys favorite when he was four. Dust bunnies act like mortar beneath The tarnished pedals now showing their wear. Music sheets land like his forgotten plaything Stick out from bench and beneath stacks Of forgotten melodies since his first lesson. Markings on the pages more sophisticated Hinges on bands of notes more erratic Pages taped together like paper doll cutouts Dance along the edge, daringly stare at the ground From the edge of their cliff, never falling. Their master deftly pushes back each teetering truant With free hand Without missing those white levers attached to hammers percussing rhapsodic rhythms Begging still the piano tuner to tighten lines For the daring, high-wire act. |