“The Flat Bench and the Keys”

Jenny had heard the Music of the Spheres
With her fingers, she could coax it
    from ivory and wire and wood
Never had she seen It or tasted It or felt It
It just shimmered
    spinning gossamer webs around her
For a bit, she could forget the hell
    that her head had made of her life
For a bit, she could not be Jenny
    and not hate herself when she was

1997 © Jonathan Russell