Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Magpie Tales: The Piano Teacher's House
The Piano Teacher’s House
Floors of hardwood, high ceilings,
white curtains, candlesticks on the
brick hearth, clock ticking in dark
wood. Glass bowl of seashells.
No shouting here. No stale beer smell.
She waits for her turn making
up stories for the pictures
lining the room. Babies in white
dresses, men in uniforms,
women in plumes and velvet.
The green house with the piano
converts black insects into
music. She plays them into
gilt-edged pages of incense
breathing secret beauty.
Too soon, in the car, sitting
next to her father, not talking,
eyes closed, trying to keep
the piano teacher’s house
humming inside her.
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