Romance (For Amy)
ROMANCE
It was something by Schumann or Schubert
A Sonata for piano perhaps
I wouldn’t have cared
But the music fit the girl
Flawless in dress
Hair not short not long middling
It swept just mildly over forehead and cheek
Cupable shoulders
And the rest?
Not a line not a curve too severe
She came at the same time each day
I strained to see her face.
But my view was taken just far enough away
The vision much in profile
I must revel in her stride
Not short not long deliberate
Just right
In a flight of fancy
With missing dimensions of the physical time and space
I decided she was form-in-isolation
A shape behind a scrim
Always coming
Always going
Leaving her ghost in wake
And the door would softly shut
A little space for dreaming
Then this same piece
It was something by Schumann or Schubert
(no matter)
Each day played with more polish
‘til at last it sounded perfect to me
I must know that which she played
Its name (lack of) haunted me
This was my excuse
My excuse for knocking on the door
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2010
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