A Piano Takes A Bow

Chopping sweet chords
A piano takes a bow
Trills slide down scale and pause
Where to now young love
The bass line worries
A lithe right hand lingers, chording along—
Arpeggio, then stop
Triplets sing
And a languid alberti stalls
How to synch the rejoinder
Resolve the minor to augmented
Love skips away
And the chord resounds,
Then the damper falls and it’s time to go.


About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

Posted on May 9, 2015, in Poem and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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