The concert piano,
fallow from weeks untouched,
sentient and silent,
is probed from her slumber
by sensual fingers.
The master persuades her with
precise and practiced hands,
knowing magically when to caress,
when to attack,
when to withdraw.
The piano's darkest fantasies
emerge from dust and curled edges
to scale flaming heights
and sing with pain and pleasure
beneath her master's perfect touch.
Their transcendence trails off,
finally, and the master
drops his hands.
The concert piano,
quite fulfilled, files away
this latest memory-dream,
fixing forever the magic
of pure echoes and their
     flawless vowels.