Beethoven Ends

Amber raisins,
those shrivelled skins
like ancient palms,
are far more loud
than the silence now.
My life-line stretched
to another star
following that final bar.


The Piano

The grand piano
where each in turn
tries to make,
from crude relentless scales,
the thing called music,
is just an instrument after all
where every maestro
gets the chance
to make the coffined Chopin dance.