The Dream of the Non Pianist

The silent piano

Quivers with joy, like the crowd,

As I start Bach's fugue.

Style

Words of grace and care
Live long unlike e-mail
Utility speak.

John

My father died in November 2009. The following three haikus span the time just before his death to now. The first one encapsulates what I consider to be his last significant words - to me at least.

"Moving on".

Nutshell words

from a mind still aware

though the body fails.

3.11.09

A parentless year:

We're the oldest now -

in new clothes which are too big.

3.1.10

Rueful, I muse on

questions I didn't ask,

phone calls i can't make

now.

13.1.10