Persona Poem

 For My Dearest Pianist:

I miss your gentle hands

and warm breath. Easygoing,

light, sunbreeze, breath. 

I miss your fingers— how

they would graze my lips

and I would sing to you.

You were so gentle, fingers

curling and curving, tapping

and holding. And sometimes

you were rough. Sharp strokes

and quick strikes— closed 

eyes and deep breaths.

I remember you would

rock and sway, submitting

to our song. And when we

were spent, you would close

me up gently— so gentle—

and leave your sheet music

upon my brow.