His gloved fingers
whirl white Mexican waves,
prepare to strike ivories
in practiced chord patterns.
A rubber band s-t-r-e-t-c-h
over that distant, black one;
should be played flat,
but it pulled very sharp!
“No matter dear,
the piano is over-sized.”
She comforts, sings as he plays
to drown the mistakes.
Her unbelievable cats’ notes
swell right from an ample chest;
a deep pair of breaths
can make his notes stand on end
in startled tom-cat applause.
