Tuesday, April 18, 2006

At the piano

my fingers slide in patterns
across the patterns of black and white
tracing memories of your fingers
sliding in patterns of their own

my feet tap and press
in dark rhythms underneath
where I used to sit in shadows
to watch yours

the memory of a moment
when your hands held those
of my daughter next to mine
sliding across the keys

is one I retrace often
in moments like these
when my feet and fingers echo
the patterns of yours

22 Comments:

Blogger Jean said...

Quand les doigts se promènent sur le clavier du piano ...c'est de la magie !
Comment des doigts de chair peuvent faire naître ces sons , cette musique d'un autre monde ?

4/18/2006 12:24 PM  
Blogger MB said...

Ah Jean, c'est une question a laquelle on n'pourrait jamais repondre!

4/18/2006 12:36 PM  
Blogger mermaid said...

Wonderful reminder of how objects can remind us of people with their simple yet powerful presence.

4/18/2006 1:04 PM  
Blogger Tim Rice said...

Touching. Thanks.

4/18/2006 7:09 PM  
Blogger Lee said...

Wonderful imagery. Love the subtitle to your blog, too.

4/18/2006 9:54 PM  
Blogger Sky said...

memories of days past when we observed things we now own...talents perhaps transported through genes; patterns of behavior once seen and now acted out; connections, even unconscious ones to our history.

lovely poem. now it joins the music, the images, and the instrument in bringing sweet memories of yesterday into today.

4/18/2006 11:39 PM  
Blogger Mary said...

Very touching, MB, and beautifully conceived and written. I had a musical parent but rebelled against piano lessons .... reading this made me feel sad at the missed times together, but we had other memories and points of contact nonetheless.

Thank you for this.

4/19/2006 12:22 AM  
Blogger alan said...

Music can cross generations like nothing else...glad you got to share this way!

alan

4/19/2006 12:58 AM  
Blogger Endment said...

the memories of patterns - patterns that we retrace -
thanks for the reminder

4/19/2006 4:19 AM  
Blogger leslee said...

Very nice. I like the rhythms and repeated patterns.

4/19/2006 4:52 AM  
Blogger Brenda said...

This poem perfectly expresses what is a beautiful gift to pass on between generations, but bitter-sweet with memories, too, loving, joyful and tinged with sadness, nostalgia, all contained by the keys, the gentle playing of the keys...

4/19/2006 8:10 AM  
Blogger Rexroth's Daughter said...

This poem makes me want to know the piece of music you are playing. What sound stirs these memories, as much as the ivory keys themselves?

4/19/2006 9:04 AM  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

hi mb, so much character is found in the hands of those who love us and those we love. clearly this is a gift that is being handed down from each to each sensitive creative spirit in your family.

4/19/2006 9:52 AM  
Blogger Firehawk said...

MB,

Reminded me of piano solos by Liz Story, for some reason, and the slant of late afternoon light coming through the windows to brighten faded and oft-played sheet music.

4/19/2006 12:13 PM  
Blogger Pat Paulk said...

Very beautifully written!! Not quite like the piano lessons I took as a young lad. My hand is out of yer ear!! Thanks for coming by!!

4/19/2006 1:42 PM  
Blogger Amy said...

I read your poem just hours after I had a new piano delivered! I've been studying piano nearly all my life. Pianos do collect memories; they do come back to haunt of comfort you when you play or simply observe them.

4/19/2006 1:44 PM  
Anonymous yllstonewolf said...

:) left a message here yesterday that apparently never posted. good thing pianos work better than cyberspace!! this made me so nostalgic. i learned classical piano from one of the most influential adults in my childhood life. i hadn't thought of her in a little while. she is the same woman who taught me to love nature and the outdoors. thank you for kindling thoughts of my beloved great aunt.

4/20/2006 8:53 AM  
Blogger rdl said...

Very, very nice!

4/20/2006 7:32 PM  
Blogger Sue hardy-Dawson said...

So poignant and sad, special memories of someone dear.

4/21/2006 11:14 AM  
Blogger garnet david said...

...wistful shadows of light and dark side by side like the keys of the piano and the music it makes.

4/21/2006 7:30 PM  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

side by side the lives of those we love and help us create our song. While reading your post I could hear the music of your words!

4/21/2006 11:41 PM  
Anonymous marly said...

Do you know D. H. Lawrence's "Piano," "Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me"? A sort of relative to this one...

6/13/2007 12:30 PM  

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