A poem about Kaz, my husband, and also one of the best pianists I have ever heard.

Notes.

Swirling notes turn quiet and still.
They echo and fade away.
You rest, at peace,
you black eyes calm,
Fingers touch, caress,
They play.

Tempest notes soar and fall.
Angry minims cry aloud.
You stroke the keyboard,
sensing their pain.
Tossing your head,
So proud.

Rippling notes, rainfall bright,
dancing rainbows, thunders rage.
Emulate Chopin, Liszt
and Beethoven.
Heroes all,
Written on a page.

Melancholy notes, fade and die
I listen at end of day.
Find the rhythm.
Feel the notes,
and my love
as I listen to you play.

© Terrë Yuki
1997

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