das Klavier

adroit fingers

coax music from ivory keys

admonishing wrong notes in the sheet music

with a quick flick of delectable hands and a pen

even when tremulous, those immaculate fingers

never waver nor defile the ivory keys

the piano was an inexhaustable shrine, a pasture

for the starved and fervent

a stately trough of unfathomable wonders

to incense and to mollify

the august pinnacle of civilization

in their own blithe words

and in mine

adamantly pleasing and piquing

enveloping in lurid rapture

forget about the slander, the libels

and reach your zenith point

conviction that those ivory keys may leave you

but the music will always remain