Focuses piano fingers
Grinds in hymns and lullabies
Ignites gas piloted furnaces
Kennels up the dogs
Loses sleep over money
Mops floors in memory of Helios
Questions foreign policy to Brahms
Resting her head upon my shoulder,
She sits naked on piano bench
Underscoring sections of her journal while
Venting frustrations, most notably: me.
“Will this fool cease his obsession with Bach?”,
X-out his fixation over Joh-whatever Sabastian?
Yes or no?” To her I am a, “Philistine Xenophobe”
The Zero hour is now.
So tonight I will be learning my Brahms.