i knew how to play love once
my fingers still know the melody
but the piano room stands empty
fingers fumble air-color keys
pushing for some sound
fighting out the A F G
reasoning for resonance

somewhere a lid is lifted
and fingers, rough and callused
slide gently over the notes
i lift my head from sleeping
and hear what i thought no one else could possibly know
holding my breath..listening for some falter, some dischord
but those hands are uncommon things
they move as though they’ve played all their life
without an audience

so i rise and walk
carefully through the echo
to that room where a pale shadow leans over the keys
reach over with weary fingers
rest them on the strong hands moving ..slowing
letting me feel

let me remember how this goes... one
more
time

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