Beware of repetition, the malignant
dawn, the looming threat of meals
on the dining-room table; resist
the film of her end when you lie down,
every night – get up, refuse. Again and
again, it will not help. Sit down then
at the piano and flee into your fingers.
Translate notes, limit yourself to
a modest review, two measures at most.
Gradually the music consumes you. You slip
through the bars of sound you have raised,
patiently repeating the healing notes.