“He lay in bed last night and envisioned
every note of the performance.”
overheard at Julliard
To play the piano
on one’s back,
as supine as a car mechanic
On the ceiling,
the starry sky
of the score.
How soft to the pianist’s touch
the ivory of the quilted keyboard!
A difficult passage
is an ensnaring
tangle of sheets.
As his wife beside him
sleeps through the crashing chords,
he remembers blind pianists
who played brilliantly in their dark.
At the bottom, his feet
are the bars of one measure.
is stretched out beneath the bed
like the great sea-demon that guided
the Ancient Mariner’s ship.
The sun rising
is the composer’s last
passionate about music that he relates his life to his music. Comparing things such as "The sun rising is the composers last note" finishes the poem, the musicians piece, and his sleep during the night in one line which I thought was very creative. - Natalie Price, age 14
poem with an applaudable mix of delicacy and power. - Justin Majetich