ROMA

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!

See you later, Roma!