PIANO MAN

PIANO MAN

Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet

  

The ebony and ivory keys glinted dully

in the reflected light from the skylight overhead,

despite their layer of attic dust.

It felt cold up here – far colder than the day warranted.

The keys felt cold to the touch – the tinkling notes

fell like shards of fractured glass .

The drop in temperature increased – It had to be you.

Nobody else I knew could play a Chopin nocturne

with such lyricism and delicacy – B major I believe.

I whipped my head around to catch a glimpse of you

so fleeting and just as I remembered you last.

Pale, intense, flicking black hair from your eyes,

impatient to be gone – and now you were.

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The photograph is one taken by a friend Ross Beckley - you can find more of Ro'ss's great work on his link -  https://www.flickr.com/people/rustie/