On a day like this the rain comes <br />down in fat and random drops among <br />the ailanthus leaves---"the tree <br />of Heaven"---the leaves that on moon- <br />lit nights shimmer black and blade- <br />shaped at this third-floor window. <br />And there are bunches of small green <br />knobs, buds, crowded together. The <br />rapid music fills in the spaces of <br />the leaves. And the piano comes in, <br />like an extra heartbeat, dangerous <br />and lovely. Slower now, less like <br />the leaves, more like the rain which <br />almost isn't rain, more like thawed- <br />out hail. All this beauty in the <br />mess of this small apartment on <br />West 20th in Chelsea, New York. <br />Slowly the notes pour out, slowly, <br />more slowly still, fat rain falls. <br /> <br /> <br />Anonymous submission.<br /><br />James Marcus Schuyler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/faure-s-second-piano-quartet/
