Regret

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 His ears tuned and his hands steady,

ready to dance with the keys,

both formally dressed

in black and white.

In the corner of the dining room,

he plays all afternoon.

The notes sail throughout the house

as if jumping from the staff lines,

yet they hit a door that is my ear

and redirect their course,

as I regretfully watch them go.

Stagnant years have passed me by,

my fingers remain dumb

to the dance that my father's had mastered-

fumbling and uncertain.

Reviews

[SM Davis]

Having an experience similar to this....I will comment first on the mechanics. I think you have done a fine job. Your formatting assists me to read the poem as I imagine you want it read. Smoothly and finely tuned. The content is touching...I especially like the last two lines. We hear the piece that was played by a master...and want, due to the sentimental value, to be just as poigniant when touching the keys. What we forget, however, is that a master, in order to be a master, also fumbled and failed many times before succeeding.

Nicely done.

[Joel Alvarado]

Wow, deep and passionate. A wonderful taste of both. Your style is unique and intriguing. Nicely done.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

We must cherish moments with loved ones before it is to late... a very sad piece but the lesson is true.