The Piano
The piano keys are broken.They don't make any sound.
But they still look nice.
I am only good at narration--
No plot, no dialogue
an empty theater, shadowy, conspiratorial
in need of renovation
Even the narration goes nowhere.
Just a scene:
setting,
atmosphere.
The piano keys are broken.
Was it vandalism?
Subtle, not to deface the thing.
A young man at the bench.
Press A, C, F
Nothing happens
Left hand, same chord, lower octave.
Still nothing.
Pedals work.
He glances out at his audience:
Nothing there either.
The piano keys are broken.
Play anyway.
A symphony in black and white.
A young man on a stage,
Fingers flying,
Dust swirling.
The bench creaks as he plays.
The floorboards sigh.
The piano remains mute.
The finale is a masterwork in 9/8 time
He doesn't miss a single note.
He doesn't make a sound.
The piano keys are broken.
But they still look nice.
A symphony in black and white.
Finish.
Stillness.
The young man looks up.
Still no one.
Not even a rat.
He smiles, spreads his arms, looks to the balcony.
A bow.
Exit.
The piano keys are broken.
They don't make any sound.
Was it vandalism?
Subtle, not to deface the thing.
They still look nice.
A symphony in black and white.
Play anyway.
Poetry by Baskenmütze
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Written on 2012-04-14 at 00:02
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