Pond of Keybed

the pianist rediscovered
her in a pond of keybed

he'd given up hope but
found in felt hammers
her weight, her resistance,
her warm tension

he recalled New England woods
where muffled fugues
ricocheted off pines
and breeze-wafted ballades
sank into sun-splashed lawns

harmony resurges
in a moment's
augmented overtone

then vanishes
into that entreating,
diminished sound
of long ago

Photo by A.C.K. and Anna Morosini
Poem by A.C.K.