Laurie’s Fur Elise

some music we make our own
through hours of learning.  i was there
for those first missed notes
on the baby grand & then later
by 12 years on the recycled upright
saved from the curb
that needed tuning & plastic glued
over missing ivories
when she made that simple
but spiraling rich point
& counterpoint hers
& then again hers
with all those flights
those flourishes
no longer simple
but spirit exhaled & tangled
in those notes
when she played

i cannot hear that piece
without seeing her play it
though her fingers
have not kissed those keys,
any keys

for 17 years

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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27 Responses to Laurie’s Fur Elise

  1. Poignant – very touching the first part, then the last bit – oh! My heart strings plucked like a rusty piano wire.

  2. Trent Lewin says:

    That is very sad. I can only imagine why she no linger plays.

  3. davidtrudel says:

    Another brilliant poem that manages to strike the bittersweet balance of homage and sadness. Thanks for sharing your soul with us.

  4. Seb says:

    Evokes not just a memory, but all our memories. What is loss? What is song? What is rememberence?

  5. nelle says:

    I never saw it, but I can see it. Thanks for bringing me to the moment.

  6. a very sharp and clear memory of my past~ you’re wonderful sweet girl.

  7. Deeply moving, Susan.

  8. Reblogged this on The Sand County and commented:
    I love the texture of emotion, music and touch here. This is simply lovely (and inspiring).

  9. God, Susan. This is so lovely and poignant.

  10. To remember her so well after 17 years tells a story of deep love and bond which physical separation cannot touch! Lovely poem. Be strong!

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