Old piano <br />in the tumbledown shed <br /> <br />cobwebs <br />stretch from note to note. <br /> <br />I laugh to see <br />a kitten on its keys <br /> <br />composing a spooky music <br />all its own. <br /> <br />Even the moon <br />gets the joke <br /> <br />and laughs at its reflection <br />in a lopsided rusty rain barrel. <br /> <br />Time is only <br />the wind in the trees. <br /> <br />I remember your hand <br />on these keys <br /> <br />a bright sunny day <br />that seemed forever <br /> <br />light years away from here. <br /> <br />Your fingers calling music <br />into being <br /> <br />some sad unseen <br /> <br />that seemed to sense <br /> <br />a future time <br /> <br />where cobwebs <br />would hold the music captive <br /> <br />spiders spinning <br />from note <br />to note <br /> <br />weaving what is to come <br /> <br /> <br />...what is...past. <br /> <br /> <br />Now only this frisky kitty <br />makes music with its every move <br /> <br />startling itself <br />with incredulity <br /> <br />that every step is a note <br /> <br />completely baffled <br />by its new found musicality. <br /> <br />It's enough to make a moon <br />laugh. <br /> <br />I cry.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/enough-to-make-a-moon-laugh-poem-for-scarlett/
