Baby Grand

Baby Grand

 

 

 

the ivories

paint tunes

of black and white madness

keys carve sadness

as loons dive under

in ponds of illusion

 

sheet music

smooth

like those ponds at sunset

deceiving the composer

Who can't read sheet music

and just plays by deaf ear

 

crazy fingers play slant rhyme

and mournful blues

 

feel right at home

swimming to the bottom

of life

where the song ends.

 

 

erin-cilberto

10.31/24

Reviews

[Red Brick Keshner]

Brought me a vision of Ophelia floating in the water

[jacob erin-cilberto]

That thought was crossing my mind as these words floated past me.
thank you,
j.

[Soren]

The metaphor of music of life in all of its forms. Beautiful I can feel the tune

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you, Soren,
j.

[Tumi]

Such strong and vivid imagery,
the second stanza, LOl, who cant read sheet and just plays on deaf ears
your imagery are strong

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Thank you for your kind review, tumi,
j.

[Mauricio Montoya]

Wow I've played but could never hit the key just never right never learned but it sounded good just a baby but one day I'll be grand. Thank you for sharing.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am sure one day you will be, Mauricio.
thanks for your words,
j.

[Mauricio Montoya]

Yeah good write

[Vol]

Jacob,
Love the metaphor! I've always enjoyed how all the arts seem to be related no matter the medium. The problem is, all my favorites are full of thorns and tend to leave me bleeding. In this poem alone is piano, painting, sculpture, and song... A fine poem, sir.!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Yes, all the arts are cousins to each other...I like that idea, Vol,
thank you.
and thank you for your "Alice" poem.

[Marie]

The title of your finely inked poem drew me in to read it, dear J... Your little poetic gem brought back childhood memories of a friend of mine and when I visited her home, I always wanted to go to the sitting room where their Baby Grand stood proudly with its back to the wall. Neither her Mam or Dad ever complained about the racket we made trying to play the piano! Laughing! Just a memory from very long ago revived by your sublime inking, dear J... Great write which I love. Thank you for sharing and for the little trip down Memory Lane, dear friend...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Do you play piano now, Marie?

Thanks for your kind review,
j.

[Marie]

Sadly, no dear J...
Most welcome always, dear friend...

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Jacob... a Baby Grand at conception ... will be the
Inspiration of Eternity... as leaves of golden harps will become
the Rhapsody of Peace and Goodwill toward Men... as we prepare a Cornucopia of understanding that will Heal a World of Wisdom lost... and to be found among the Riches that become the Savior of Humanity. tenderly, Pat

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the wisdom is lost, but the song plays on.
thank you, Pat,
j.

[Patricia Wedel]

Thank you Jacob... there is a "Stillness" that permeates like Monet Lilly Pads with frogs in disarray... shall we Pray. Amen... Pat