July 10, 2015


I touched the keys
you left on the piano
in plain sight,
they sang your melody
in broken chords
I could not resolve,
though the notes
were clear enough,
to hear just what
you had in mind.
Unlike you,
I've never had a lesson
in sharps and flats,
never learned
if my hand
could contain an octave
by itself, what pedal
my foot might push
to sustain the music
longer than what I heard
in the first lesson or two,
nor would I know
who to call
should the keys
fall out of tune,
too soon.