his hands hovered
& covered 2 octaves each
over that sweep of keys
for those long fingers
those flats and sharps rippled
& tripled in ostinato
block cord voicing
striding & skipping spells
on that baby grand
hands making that instrument shake
and scream like it was in church
newly converted and keening
speaking in tongues
I forget
the other two of that trio,
recognizing only
one elemental voice
his
in that play
entering ears
humming in marrow
making feet dance
nodding and silencing
when my friend whispered
the pianist is smiling at you
murmuring, yes, I know
and assessing the cost
of smiling back
and walking towards
the inevitable, or waiting
for it to come to me
either way
the decision was made
by those cords
singing only to me
in that moment
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Isn’t it wonderful to know, without having been told, this person is playing for me. That moment of certainty — that is the voice of the heart unrestrained.
Truth, George–I have often told my daughter she is very, very lucky that her mother likes jazz, for without it, she never would have been born 🙂
I just fell in love again! you MUST stop doing that to me! I am now a polygamist!!!
Gosh Susan….*sigh*
LOL, good luck finding this guy–haven’t seen him in about 10 years 🙂
But oh, he could play that piano!
Who needs him when I have YOU! SFAM. You rock, as always. did I say *sigh*
😉 thanks!
Nice and powerful! One feels the intensity of that moment!
Thank you, Noel. Wish I could have taken #2 and #3 further….
and why not? cross reference your message in “the young voice” and allow this song and the singer to open, breathe and sing!
I just might 🙂
I like this very much
it’s beautiful
meditative
a far lovelier view on the art of tongue-speaking
than mine!
You are a very good poet.
Thank you so much!
I like the way that you tie this together in the last stanza. . . the way the music moves you to make your decision. And I will echo what Noel said; you definitely feel the intensity of the moment.
Thanks, Jeremy. Glad I captured some of it.