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Click hereThe screen door is open.
A breeze wafts to the kitchen.
Almost bedtime.
When the music ends
we go upstairs, but first
Toscanini must finish conducting
the Emperor Concerto
through its alternating measures
of majesty and understatement.
Daddy likes that movement
toward the end, where violins
whisper insistently and keys
meander like petals falling
until the pace quickens,
and low crisp notes
scurry across the board,
roll out from the dining room.
Daddy, it sounds like mice.
We watch the night flesh
into black. Wind rattles.
The neighbor's dog barks.
Music plays.
Chavi, write how it sounds.
So I do.
And I do.
And I do.
such wonderful sounds lilting though the kitchen. Well done.
jim : )
...Ange. The liitle girl in you is showing again, and so beautifully. I think we grew up on the same street.
I loved this
I still do
" daddy it sounds like mice"
makes me sad and smile
beautiful Ange
Thank you mi Amiga