Yochana
when Miss G
put on Bach

in the class
on the old
gramophone

young Reynard
next to me
muttered rude

soft comments
what Bach piece
she played us

I don't know
but you there
thin as wire

your black hair
tied in bows
by ribbons

I saw you
watched you move
your head swayed

your fingers played
imagined
piano keys

I watched them
in a dance
Reynard called

you titless
both hands moved
on the desk

I wanted
to hold them
bring each one

finger near
to my lips
so I could

**** music
from each one
gorge on Bach

from your hands
like some new
explorer

searching out
far away
unknown lands.