Romantic Keys

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Romantic Keys

Going solo is never easy
he didn’t have time to orchestrate
their meeting impromptu
the right keys were struck
their lovemaking an improvisation
his technique professional-
yet expressive.

She called him a virtuoso
it was like a fantasy
he felt it was reminiscent of a song
delicate nuances were there
but he was unprepared for romance
he preferred to play solo.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2/29/2020

I looked up Frédéric Chopin (because it was on the music sheet) and seeing the beautiful woman by the piano decided to use the words I found about him and his music for a “found poem.”

Written for The Sunday Muse #97 for this image.


Silent Remains


Silent Remains

I found an old upright piano in a wet meadow
a shiny black crow clamored about
overhead lazy clouds floated in the bluest sky
while drops of water like scattered rhinestones lay
across patches of still waxed rosewood.

I climbed on top to investigate my treasure
many questions weighing on my mind
quizzically I pressed an ivory key with my toe
but it remained silent-guarding its secrets.

© Rebecca Sanchez 2016

Written with Imaginary Garden Of Real Toads.