Won't you play the organ, mistress? <br />Dressed in black, <br />You sit at an organ, <br />Let your fingers crawl across the keyboard, <br />Lithely, gently, coyly. Like the sound of snowfall. <br />Won't you play the organ, mistress? <br /> <br />Who's that singing over there? <br />Who's there listening, enthralled? <br />O, in this pitch-black, anxious dark, <br />Who could it be, playing the fearsome unwieldly organ <br />That's stuck on the wall? <br />And shaking in religious, fanatic fury; <br />Spasmic pipe-organ. Requiem! <br />Pray now, sickly one. <br />Nothing to fear. No time to fear. <br />Play that organ. <br />Gently, hold that note, be coy. <br />Like pine needles in the blizzard that <br />Scatter bright glitters this way. <br />O play on, play that organ. <br />Play that organ, mistress. <br /> <br />O wearing the long black robe <br />Until feelings are stilledd, <br />Play the great black organ. <br />Walled in by the fearsome dark, <br />You will commit yourself to firey passion. <br />Mistress, <br />What violent, melancholic tremors, these.<br /><br />Sakutaro Hagiwara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-pipe-organ/
