I am lifting the piano with one hand
I am holding it effortlessly steady
like a gliding waiter balancing a tray
of quail's eggs and salmon souffle
on his horizontal palm.
I am dexterously carrying it up three flights of stairs
without stubbing my toes or splitting my fingernails,
without chipping paint off the door frames
or denting the soft plaster of the walls.
I am lifting the piano with one hand.
I have not eaten spinach, mineral supplements,
muscle powder or Weetabix.
Today I am just incredibly strong
and able to carry the piano up three flights of stairs
where I'll leave the skylight window open
and a note inviting any passing ghosts
to come in, sit down and play 'Moonlight Sonata'
or ' Chopin's Nocturne' or 'The Entertainer'
or whatever they'd like to play on a neglected piano
in the house of a very strong woman.