lento con gran espressione
-tonight,
i play chopin.
the heat from my fingers
radiate onto cold ivory keys. hammers
slam down onto strings
producing chaos, competing
with heavy raindrops. chords
discordant. scales
rambunctious. ornaments
bludgeoned. cadence
destroyed. clearly,
music i do not do, as chopin sluggishly
rolls
over in his grave-
See you later, Roma!