And, Back in the Romantic Era

as to some rare concert
we listened to the rainfall

at first it tapped out
the march of time
until she took her mother’s clock away
smothering time in blankets

the rainfall said

i know i got up late and all
is it really still just today
or a brighter tomorrow already

i could listen more closely
after she trimmed my beard

i thought i heard the rain say

how about some tea

seems it might have been
my wife

for all the flowers on the table
i couldn’t get to the kettle
helpless i watched it boil
steam falling up to the sky

(... chopin on majorca)