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
Susan Daniels Poetry 
Poignant – very touching the first part, then the last bit – oh! My heart strings plucked like a rusty piano wire.
Oh, thank you Paul. For my sister.
That is very sad. I can only imagine why she no linger plays.
Well, I can tell you, if you want to know…
I have to say that I’m curious, but a little dreading the response.
Trent–my sister passed away suddenly in 1995. No reason to dread the response…this stuff happens, rotten as it is.
Thought as much from the poem. Sorry to hear. Lovely poem and remembrance.
Thanks so much, Trent. Appreciate that.
Beautifully deep
Thanks, Boomie.
Another brilliant poem that manages to strike the bittersweet balance of homage and sadness. Thanks for sharing your soul with us.
Thank you, David!
Evokes not just a memory, but all our memories. What is loss? What is song? What is rememberence?
Seb, thank you. I am glad it rises above the personal.
I never saw it, but I can see it. Thanks for bringing me to the moment.
Thanks, Nelle. She had a gift with music.
a very sharp and clear memory of my past~ you’re wonderful sweet girl.
aw, Deb–thanks.
Deeply moving, Susan.
Thanks, Celestine. The “new” old piano is triggering some memories…
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I love the texture of emotion, music and touch here. This is simply lovely (and inspiring).
Oh Jeremy, thanks so very much!
You are welcome. Thank you for writing something so beautiful.
God, Susan. This is so lovely and poignant.
Jeremy–I am so glad this spoke to you. I was not sure at first if this would be too personal or not!
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!
Thanks, Noel. Just more memories associated with acquiring a piano 😉