Tagged: piano

on an overgrown

on an overgrown
path, unwalked walks fold into
majestic cranes, wings

stretch towards filtered light where
we can still dream of meeting
.
20210827:1914
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the page-turner is

the page-turner is
a partner in crime whether
the notes fall into

place or begin to hit the
fan – late night chamber music
.
20160512:0702
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you are practicing

you are practicing
Bartók when the elephant
suddenly escapes,

staggering out of the grand
piano, during the eighth bar
.
20150503:0718
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when the Mephisto

when the Mephisto
Waltz
came on the radio
this morning, i
remember your glee
that one hot Florida
summer, putting
your whole body
into melting
the piano, two
hands easily
spanning more
than blue skies.
we all knew we
would make
it one day, those
lucky enough to
dream about
floating away
.
20150417:0932
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in the drawing room

in the drawing room
before sunrise, our piano
is picking up your
Japanese
darkness swallows
the translation, but
the influence
strikes memories
out of my sleep
.
20140930:0846
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in the pentatonic

in the pentatonic
drip
of Colin
McPhee, the
radiator dared
to tune his flute,
nearly catching
up beneath the
layers of
ostinati, with
a strained
persistence
between a handful
of parallel fifths
and finally
hitting the
downbeat just
shy of the gong
.
20130321:0830
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back when i was trapping Ginastera

back when i was trapping Ginastera
clusters
, it was probably easier
for you to walk away, close many
doors behind you, stuff the cracks
with wet towels so that the vapors
from presto misterioso could not
follow.

but for some reason, you
stayed, chewed on each
microtone, twirled an aleatory
passage or two, asked me to
play this
or that measure again,
as if repetition could retrieve form
.
20110826:0855
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seventy-nine days

seventy-nine days
later, the peonies are
responding as never
before, and you escort
them into our home, one,
two, three at a time,
reminding me of the days
when one stem of that stuff
was worth a beginner’s
piano lesson
.
20100508:2033
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20080411

after you named the first
piano, “laura,” you said
there were many pianos
named, “yi-ching,” and led me
down your private gallery
shining a spotlight over each
nameplate as proof:
the spicy-apple piano,
the suspended-bridge-
over-a-lengthy-fall piano,
the twisting-alleyway piano
and then you made me play
Schubert’s Sonata in A
Major, but kept insisting
i was missing all the b-flats
.
20080411:0815
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20080402

morning remedy
.
on my fifth bag of frozen
berries wrapped in a wet
towel, Vladimir started
on the Schumann Träumerei –
a tough rival to overtake
when it comes down to
the magic of lulling
one swollen eyelid
to go down quietly
while the other stands
mesmerized
like an older child
defeating curfew
for the very first time
.
20080402:1058
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