to my old piano teacher

to my old piano teacher
to Mrs. Wells remembered
january 2016, musick point rd

Would sometimes take the way along the shore to make sure I arrived late…

this afternoon along that road
the paddocks where you grazed
your horses, your pug dogs snuffling
clustered at the door, your riding
crop and helmet, the house
redolent with sun and a dark piano
were all no more than that
nothing history of real estate
zoned out of this universe,
they think, that turf assuming
its rightful price and nothing
else in this day and age.

in jest i called your name
in the heat the breeze
could not budge
‘mrs wells, mrs wells’
and the wind in the leaves
moved in arpeggios
the bird trilled
and the white keys
were the sun between
branch shadows on the
road and those the black that
blocked and took the melody
over like an evening without
its dusk and day
the afternoon
a haunted

Copyright ©2017 Peter Le Baige.  All Rights Reserved

The music is from the 7th piece ‘Good Night’ (Dobrou noc!!) from  Series One of Leoš Janáček’s ‘On An Overgrown Path’ (Po zarostlém chodníčku) (1900-1911), performed here by Rudolf Firkušný.

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