Piano Pieces
upstairs
the hammers of a piano
stomp through a tune mechanically
unwilling fingers
prod at a well-known student piece
a small scottie dog appears
wearing a tartan coat
a light hibernian them
rings in my head
later
a young child joins me
to sit on the house stoop
I ask her if she likes clementi
the look in her eyes
warns me never to inquire again
the dog is huffing melodically
as it takes a dead composer
for a walk
a small-scale baby grand joins us
sniffs at the little girl – growls
then runs up and down the sidewalk
looking for someone to play with
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