Piano and WolfA Poem by steppenwolfMusical instruments are not just the sum of their parts.Piano and Wolf By Steppenwolf
A piano is not an object Made of wood and keys and strings; It has a soul. If you broke my piano apart-- The second hand upright piano That my parents saved for By cutting down on grocery money-- It would not scream; It would moan and collapse Inward like an elderly sick person Letting go.
My piano’s heart beat Like mine did When my first lover touched me.
When I touched its keys My piano vibrated and moaned Just like I did In that lover’s embrace.
The Wolf, the Steppenwolf Tamed by the music Uplifted by elegance Approving of solitary pleasures Nuzzled my hand Sat at my feet His lush silver tail Moving slightly to the beat Of Mozart and Beethoven Played three times over.
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