Tagged: Schubert

most days leave

most days leave
you a little
unfinished, like
Schubert’s No. 8.
it’s fairly good
practice to
leave you dangling
a bit, with latitude
to launch into the
scherzo, some
cushioning. it’s
almost always
better to wake
up humming


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