Piano Piercing Stillness

On a desolate landscape A perfect white Steinway A woman plays Beethoven Stultified and strange

And I'm asking myself, the all too familiar How did I get heres And I'm cursing my too too sullied Remembering

When the piano-piercing stillness Oscillates and sways to fill this Catatonic wasteland With reassurance verbs And the pencil tones of winter Crescendo and splinter When horns from angry taxis Make me scurry to the curb

and i am drunk with wonder and stupefied by the pitch of light and sound breaking against my skin