June 7, 2014


My wife plays piano
at the elderly lost and found,
where many patients 
left all day
sing right along,
mouthing the lyrics
they once knew by heart, 
asking if she can play
Stardust and The Lion
Sleeps Tonight.

So she practices,
songs becoming
jewels in her hands.
One day soon
we'll be going, too,
she says, someone's
preparing already
to push us
out of sight,
where we'll join
the huddled group
humming songs
by candle light.