She spoke of the blind man

Who came to tune the family piano.

 

 

He thinks her name was Emily.

But men’s memories play tricks

And time slips

Unnoticed away.

 

He can not say

Whether she played the piano.

Perhaps she said

But his man’s mind

Was on bed.

 

It was an old tune

They played

Constrained by time.

 

He finds a blind piano tuner

He never met.

And Emily on his mind.

 

 

And lost in introspection

He searches for a connection

And recalls their night’s conversation

Followed by bed.