Skeleton finger hands limbering up above piano keys
Attained by degrees these masteries
Black and white in rank and file she prods songs from chess pieces
Keratin traces every face along its length, rousing scales
She plays one handed
Her profiled eye like a sunfish side winks, old romantic
Head nodding in drugged emphasis
Another bailed at her hip static
Mouths the music with her lip, her triplets in sixes
Through lapses in her backless black dress ribs jut like xylophone
Tone bars, her bones part to either pole of the piano
Her swivelling body a gallery of bones
Her rhythm slows, notes staccato, sticking out her nose
Wiggles it like a windhit signpost to beckon me over
She worships her instrument, at Mass at last
A fiery blast her aura a fluxsome oriflamme all the time
But she blazes best in mettle testing, this muse arresting
Her heaving chest , her speedy fingers run the piano’s length like a typewriter line retainer
What is mine, I would do anything to retain her favour
Only she is lit by guttering light from six candles, I walk from dark to light like a returning caver
Emerging from gloom, the room melts away, all the earth is gone, save me and her
Though it is not I who is deaf she tests my Beethoven at length, summons all movements of his
Moonlight Sonata
Now it is night, darkness provokes us to ask will the sun come after, foreverafter
Notes like rising steam flee our throats and mingle by the rafters
Her blues are pale and wide like Frank Sinatra’s eyes
Evoking ice ages, cold skies, dove birds and raptures
Spirit guides, albino tigers, manifestations of holy light.
Alchemisland 
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