Pianist

pianist


He seemed to be part of the piano
When touched the keys , these arms
and clear sound ,
C cut, without flaw ,
selflessly gibnul
full power

unrestrained vibration He was dragged
in the wrong ,
in which we can recoup ,
A in the one Where blood
Two or three chords
And now , through the grove
Black and white keys
Trot fingers
honey and tart up:
Stand at the piano ,
hearing otherwise exhausted and toil -
Jacob Rabiner