Rachel and Ravel 1974.

From another room

Ravel piano music plays.

She played like that

once long ago.

A summer day

her slim fingers

moving over the keyboard.

Outside a slight breeze

moves branches

of the trees.

I sip water from a glass

remembering

how she played the Ravel

I then a young man

and she a young girl.

No birds on the lawn.

I saw a small fox

trot up the lawn earlier

looking for food

but finding none

trotted off again.

I recall her fingers

playing the Ravel

and the kissing of lips

later beneath

a long ago summer sky.

I wonder if she still plays

the Ravel with aged fingers

and who kissed her lips later

once I was gone.

A pigeon walks the lawn

pecking

the left out bread.

If I close my eyes

I can hear her playing piano

inside my aged head.