Friday, June 03, 2011


I can't resist my pianist,
maybe it's how her fingers
caress the keys and always please
and how the music lingers.

I get such thrills from her trills,
all those riotous runs;
As I live, there's thanks to give
to Steinway or his sons!

I have good cause to wish she'd pause
so I might lean in and kiss her,
but my pianist will not desist --
more often than not, I miss her!

Stephen Brooke ©2011

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