Remembered Songs

 

I sit at the bench
In front of the piano,
My hands open the lid,
Seeking the keys within.
Finding them, my fingers
Stroke the keys, pulling
A melody from them.
No paper is needed—
It’s all in my head,
Just waiting to be released.
My fingers move with no
Orders from my mind.
Another tune remembered—
My fingers switch, unbidden,
And the music flows from
The keys, matching the
Song I heard in my mind,
But now embellished, as the
Song from many years ago
Is simpler than I thought.
So my fingers add a note here,
A chord here, changing the
Timing slightly until it fits
My hearing of it.
Years have passed since I
Last played, but when I

Sit down, the songs still
Come back, overwhelming
In their insistence to be

Played again.

Author's Note

Just something written after a thought I had when playing piano after a long vacation.