Like a broken down piano
that refuses to play,
no notes today

eventually
they'll break me into firewood
and take me away

and then I'll never play,

no sonatas
cantatas
no Debussy or Britten
no tunes ever written

only the silence of keys
In the memory where
she's
waiting for me.

But that's not today
today
I shall play

even though the flames
wait to scald me
Vivec and Vivaldi
will comfort me
all the days of
my life.

How absolutely grand.