I know a girl –
I don’t pretend to know her well –
But something in the way
She talks to you and me
Reminds me of a piece of music…
… Mozart on the piano.
Right hand fluidly flitting
Over the keys, a happy little tune.
Contained, well-structured, perfectly timed.
Left hand introducing a deeper theme,
The smallest finger tracing a line –
C#, d, b, a, g, f#, b, g, a, g…
Both hands in treble clef but
Slowly showing a darker meaning,
A different story hidden
Amongst the cheerful notes.
That’s how she is – fun and easy,
And all so well laid out,
The clothes, the smiles, the city trips,
The babysitter organised.
For pick-up the family-friendly limousine,
The carefree wave of hand ‘Goodbye!’
Yet we all know
Who sits behind the wheel,
And Mozart’s music starts to play
Each time her lover’s name finds mention
In light-hearted conversation about hats
And this year’s Season.
The minor variation in the Andante –
Heart-rending and beautiful,
Like her artistry, pretty and bright
And gone smoky at the edges.
Like Mozart’s sonata a masterpiece.
When I play it on a long, warm
I step into her half-divined,
Half-imagined life and marvel at
Two works of art, wondering if
I can trace the one –
Like my fingers do the other –
To an ending in a major key…
© jsmorgane (May 2014)