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

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. Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

    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. Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

    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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