surface serrates light
from outside, turns it into
a gothic, cubist
of a keyboard
a bit like a bar-code.
As music, that image
might be from Monk
or Ives, James P. Johnson or maybe
as phrased by Rubenstein. Anyway,
it's all invented and then
rearranged. By all I mean all.
And look, they bolted
this piano to a frame with three
big wheels. That's some serious
So roll that lovely hunk of thumps,
shadows, and singing strings into
a misplaced bay where your
emotions go sometimes into exile.
hans ostrom 2014