Yes, Ach du Lieber Augustin he plays,
Amazing Grace and Liebestraum. One year
has passed since he began piano. Days
of practice brought him to this point. He lays
a towel across the keys each night to steer
away the dust. He won’t allow a haze
to gather. What he’s done is an amaze-
ment to me, makes me want to stand and cheer!
With each new song he shapes, as if from clays,
a rainbow arch, eliminates the grays
that might be lurking back behind the mirror.
He turns the cold Decembers into Mays.
And I have had the privilege to teach
my brother, watching him extend his reach.
January 12, 2013 at 9:02 pm
Just a word Maggie : bravo ! I love your poem ! I hope you’re recovering from your illness, hope you’re better, I love to read you ! Take care, Antoine
January 12, 2013 at 9:35 pm
Thank you, Antoine. How wonderful that you “read me,” and enjoy what I write. That’s such motivating feedback for me. I always wonder whether what I write is interesting to others. I appreciate your kind words.