Monday 25 January 2010

The Dream of the Non Pianist

The silent piano
Quivers with joy, like the crowd,
As I start Bach's fugue.


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

Wednesday 13 January 2010


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.
A parentless year:
We're the oldest now -
in new clothes which are too big.
Rueful, I muse on
questions I didn't ask,
phone calls i can't make