Thursday, 6 January 2011

Keyboard Magnificat


I move obtrusive objects-
The white wicker chair,
The weavery tomes,
The washing basket.
And I stand at the electronic keyboard
Wondering what to play.

Practicing my arpeggios-
Flicking my wrist under
Searching for that distant note.

Discord
And I start again.
Persistence
And I start again.

Then it comes-
My fingers hit the mark-
And I perform to the empty room.

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