Old piano
in the tumbledown shed
cobwebs
stretch from note to note.
I laugh to see
a kitten on its keys
composing a spooky music
all its own.
Even the moon
gets the joke
and laughs at its reflection
in a lopsided rusty rain barrel.
Time is only
the wind in the trees.
I remember your hand
on these keys
a bright sunny day
that seemed forever
light years away from here.
Your fingers calling music
into being
some sad unseen
that seemed to sense
a future time
where cobwebs
would hold the music captive
spiders spinning
from note
to note
weaving what is to come
...what is...past.
Now only this frisky kitty
makes music with its every move
startling itself
with incredulity
that every step is a note
completely baffled
by its new found musicality.
It's enough to make a moon
laugh.
I cry.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/enough-to-make-a-moon-laugh-poem-for-scarlett/
