to a man in thought?
thoughts caught in monsoons
soon to be sheltered by palms
palms never entirely dry.
what is water
to a man in love?
love's a woman, music
unlocks her as D-flat major.
minor unhinges him as the C-sharp
Chopin parallels her.
what is the tide
to a man in Majorca?
major storm a fortissimo
forgoing the gentle patter
patterned ostinato of A-flat
A-flat enlivened by B-flat
and back and back.
what is a river
to a man with drowned lungs?
lunging hands in chords, presto
pressing the ivory to give it some color.
colorless he sits drained of energy
entranced by her, however,
ever propped at the piano.
what is the faintest trickle
to a man slowly dying?
da capo al fine
fingers dripping over the melody
mellow and sweet
switching to his thumbs
thumbing the black keys.
© Kate Chianese 2010
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