you hear what you hear…

andante, redux

Maybe we hear the music

we want to hear,

maybe each ear

hears its own sound,

maybe Beethoven

really didn’t have a problem,

maybe music really is

a many-splendored thing,

maybe the cranky tunes

I hear now in this empty lounge

are sweeter music

to the madame

who intently pushes the keys,

and stares at her old pages

cramped with penciled mementos,

and waves off

brief words from a passerby,

and hears that pastorale

as she played it long ago

with nimbler fingers

and a steady foot,

and charmed some children,

and some friends,

and a lover,

and nodded with Beethoven’s shade,

and never guessed

that she would play

that tune again

as I wander by

and briefly hear my version,

and wonder about her music.

Feb 20, 2025

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hearing what we want to hear…my poem