A night at the piano

That night you played and I sang our old favourites-

the ballads, the rock songs, the hits from the musicals-

your fingers floating through octave and key

to match my eager, untrained voice.

And after I’d kissed you and said goodnight

I lay in bed with the door ajar

and my heart wide open, listening as you learned

a new tune, playing the chords and singing

the chorus over and over, those hands

I love trying to land on the right pitch

and tempo like a bird flitting from branch

to branch searching for the perfect perch.