The Piano Concerto

 

the friend who perseveres

snared me

with words - weed - wine

and music -

the notes unfettered

flying  across the ceiling

running up the walls and

swinging from the light fixtures

dripping

falling

cascading over my consciousness

in a delirium of sound -

the melody was lost

each crystal note caught its own life

and leaped gleefully about

to chase the sound ahead

or behind

or shining in between

never have I heard music like it since -

sober

 

 

Cynthia Buell Thomas