Yochana says she plays
beautiful music
but I have no way
of knowing unless
she plays for me
so we get
to the music room
in school before
Miss G arrives
and Yochana opens up
the piano and sits
and begins to play
some classic stuff
her thin fingers
going over
the keyboard
with ease
making beautiful music
I watch her sitting there
I'm by the door
as look out
taking in the music
looking up
the corridor
then back at her playing
her thin body moving
gently side to side
her hands moving
back and forth
visible then invisible
then I see Miss G coming
she's coming
I say
and Yochana stops playing
mid tune and it hangs
on the air
like a wounded bird
and Yochana goes and sits
in her chair by her desk
and I sit at the back
of class waiting
for the tune to go
and dissolve
taking in Yochana's
dark hair
and slim waist
and the remembered kiss
waiting for the tune
to stop
and the arrival
of old Miss.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
Yochana says she plays
beautiful music
but I have no way
of knowing unless
she plays for me
so we get
to the music room
in school before
Miss G arrives
and Yochana opens up
the piano and sits
and begins to play
some classic stuff
her thin fingers
going over
the keyboard
with ease
making beautiful music
I watch her sitting there
I'm by the door
as look out
taking in the music
looking up
the corridor
then back at her playing
her thin body moving
gently side to side
her hands moving
back and forth
visible then invisible
then I see Miss G coming
she's coming
I say
and Yochana stops playing
mid tune and it hangs
on the air
like a wounded bird
and Yochana goes and sits
in her chair by her desk
and I sit at the back
of class waiting
for the tune to go
and dissolve
taking in Yochana's
dark hair
and slim waist
and the remembered kiss
waiting for the tune
to stop
and the arrival
of old Miss.
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