mathew
an old man
wrinkled face
grey shocks
of hair grew
out of his ears,
ears that knew
the sound of each note
so well
mathew,
the old man
the piano-tuner
he'd come to class
in an old grey suit
and wooden case
the day he'd come
hushed whispers
of his arrival
mathew
unscrewed pianos
unlocked a magical world
little fingers
pressing a key
ting
toy hammers
for every note
we'd giggle
mathew
repair man
piano tuner
we were kids
in awe of him
his piano-playing
he rarely spoke
only smiled
crinkled kind eyes
mathew
eighty years old
brown leather slippers
i wondered
in my
10 year old mind
about his family
his life
his piano-tuning
mathew
sudden hoarse coughs
forehead lines
i looked forward
to his visits,
childish curiousness
matthew
now no more,
leaves behind
the music ,
all the pianos
he brought life to.
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3 comments:
wow! felt like i knew him as i read the lines... Heavy.
Very touching! Aroused a genuine feeling for the loss even though he is an unknown figure to me.
words fail me! language from the heart!
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