DECEPTIVE CADENCE
( In Memory of June Dempsey )

her fingers
caress the keys
and music blooms

the dusty piano
sitting in a corner
comes alive again

eager to tell us
what each note
tells it to tell us

she places my hands
not on the keys
but upon her hands

a musical piggyback
my hands riding
the waves of music

and I living
the beauty of it all
tremble to the touch

the music enjoying
this shadowing
so much so

that it never wants to
let go
of us

but time
erases us and we
fade with the music