The ivories
Apr 19, 2021
The long bars are
White measures without notes,
Some just one beat sustained.
The sheets don’t fit the rack:
What use are thirty-eight pages,
Of holds? What is the sound
Of a note without vibration
If not silence? Anxious waiting.
Until hammer strikes anew, we recall
It once felt like C major,
Dry triumph
Gone it has become A Minor
Damp reflection.
Returned further transposed, it’s usually
Cold slow jazz,
or brisk winter blues.
© SXT 4/19/2021