Bach’s Chorales were made
for four—
which is what I think
as I sit on the cold
cafeteria floor,
watching a sixth grader
play a Chorale
on my school’s grand piano.
The sound, which probably
should feel uplifting,
is swallowed by
the large room.
It’s a grey day outside—
like even the clouds
want to hear four voices
raised in prayer, and not
the solo clack of piano keys.
Or maybe they’re frowning on
the solitary grey Honda
in the parking lot,
though
I wouldn’t be able
to guess what it did
to deserve that sorrow.
I wipe a single tear
from my warm eyes
as I focus back
onto the Chorale,
played by the lone pianist.
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