Friday, September 18, 2009: Notcot # 24962

When you were young,
Five and six years old,
Did you long to touch the machinery
Of adulthood?

A piano, a typewriter
In the basement,
Pots and pans and a calculator.

To play at knowing
How to manipulate these tools.
Until we do,

We bang pans together,
Pound fingers onto keys and buttons,

And wonder why the noises
Sound wrong, and quickly move
From one toy to another.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009: A Simple Portrait

His knuckles had never been the same
Since he touched the piano.

But he moved away from home, and didn’t
Own a piano, nor did his friends.

In his sleep, his fingers sometimes fluttered gently,
Releasing scales and rehearsing.