Saturday, June 15, 2013

Piano

May be subject to Copyright.


Through the streets of middle Europe
matched and mismatched couples stroll,
heads tilted high in history and Gothic theatre,
beneath the gargoyles and medieval merchandising.

Young waiters clutter the pavement
in groups, armoured in black and white,
unsoldiered,
showing concern for everything tip related,
 - even the weather.

A pianist plays Strauss
—Elder or younger?—
wrapped in silk cerise,
working against the stiffness
of the cold, to emulate the flow,
while we live imaginary lives,
where we become somebody else's
everyday.

How much colder
it must have been for Strauss,
or the Chopin of angst and reaching hand?
fingers asked to spell words
that were extensions of a soul;
long in telling,
melancholic in their display.

Four loud Germans,
stilled by the piano's sad refrain;
sit poised and ready to continue, straining
to hold onto the last string of an argument
already lost.

They applaud,
unaware,
it is the piano lady,
and not the music
that cries.


©Copyright Niall OConnor

Bookshops stocking Change in the Wind in Dublin:

The Winding Stair (Ormond Quay)
Connolly Books (Temple Bar)
Scribbles (Drumcondra)
Magner's (Santry)
Books Upstairs (College Green)

4 comments:

  1. Micheál Gallagher

    Ever aware of the melody running with the lyrics. Class.

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  2. Linda Ibbotson

    Thoroughly enjoyed this Niall O Connor

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  3. Umit Battal

    so beautiful..

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  4. Delaina Miller

    Lovely Niall

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