Poem - The Painted Piano

By Hazel Ross

...so that his inner self breaks forth in activity and the activity

Is drawn into his inwardness - Eckhart

Situated on rugged rocks facing the ocean

Sits an old outdoor painted piano

As sturdy as the distant mountains

An old sailor dreaming of his years at sea

Starts to play music bursting

Forth with fervour, lively with

A steady beat we share

His enthusiasm and energy

To set our feet tapping

As the music increases in liveliness

Oblivious to the worn yellow keys

We are beguiled by the rhythm of music

No matter how it is presented

This sunny day in a syncopated minor key

Seduces us to listen bereft of pretence

Setting the mood for a fun-filled day.