"Concert in the Old School Garret"
Half a century
Since anyone as much as touched this piano. Let it sing again As it was made to yesterday.
Phantom hands that strike softly or that thunder
The forehead of this man heavy as the heavens before it rains.
And the springs
Under the weight of excitement, forgot to squeak
Half a century it is since anyone as much as touched this piano.
Our good friend Time
Sucked each figure empty like a honeybee
That has lived long enough
And drunk enough honey
So that now it can dry out in the sun somewhere
Under the closed eyes, another person sits
Under the closed eyes, he seeks among the keys
As among the veins through which the blood flows softly
When you kiss them with a knife and put a song to it.
And this man yesterday cut all the veins
Opening all the organ’s stops
Paid all the birds to sing
To sing
Even though the harsh fingers of the sexton sleep heavy upon us
Bent in his manner of death, you are like Beethoven
Your forehead was as heavy as the heavens before it rains
-Anonymous