Last Saturday

Washing the morning dishes,

Just minding my own business,

(A bit grudging, I must add),

When down it rained, beauty-clad.

Strains of pleasing melody,

Triads in sweet harmony,

I cast eyes outward, wonder!

The music did not flounder.

Down it wafted from above,

Gently, gently, like a dove;

Master fingers undisclosed,

As they played the highs and lows.

I hurried with the washing,

No sign of tuneless humming.

Finally done, I grabbed the leash

As excuse of remedy.

With my dog, hasted to sidewalk

And slowed my pace to a walk.

Ears now alert, eyes akin,

For the music was now dim.

Now my gaze is on high grounds,

Still the rapturous effects sounds.

With a sudden jolt, I knew,

Keys I used to play so true.

Oh, joy! One of my Bach piece!

Now the skillful play has ceased

Fleeting time, I'm back at home

The piano's where I roam.