Piano


 

 

Black, white and green,

A perfect combination.

I place them gently on the keys,

When everything is silent and asleep

And wait for moonshine

(I want the moment to be special after all.)

I’ve thought long and hard about the choice of music,

And have chosen Bach, the obvious choice,

For they need something that doesn’t require much pedal

(the weight of the peas and the pressure required

To depress the pedal

Would after all make it

impossible).

I hide under the table,

For sometimes an audience can make people nervous.

My breath is bated,

Every moth movement makes me prickle

And tingle in exquisite anticipation,

willing the divine counterpoint to dance,

just as the heavens weave our fates together.

I wait for the moment,

For after all if the whole universe sprung from nothingness,

Then surely peas could dance and make music,

sweet, sweet music.

But nothing happens.

Again.

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10 responses to “Piano

  1. So, I really had no idea where this was going, but you found a lot of inspiration from such a small thing 🙂 I liked these lines,

    “My breath is bated, Every moth movement makes me prickle And tingle in exquisite anticipation, willing the divine counterpoint to dance, just as the heavens weave our fates together.”

    My goodness, if you can write this way about peas, what would you write about a lover? Fun visiting here…

  2. Perhaps the most revealing and delightful word in this whole poem is the last word: again. With such feather-light weight, it explains all – that child-like character of curiosity, willingness to fail and try again, and faith in faeries and other magical stuff – regardless of age, wisdom or congruity. I mean, who ever thought of peas playing a piano? But it’s perfect when you think about it. They would have to be fresh peas, straight from the garden, still full of the sun’s energy and the moon’s mystery. If you tried to use frozen or worse – tinned – I’m sure nothing would ever happen, since the pea-soul would surely have left the pea body behind, empty and and lacking curiosity or the ability to dance.

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