Her blue veins ran
beneath dry, translucent flesh
that was dappled with brown spots
like spattered coffee.
as she stretched her left thumb
and little finger to play
an octave bass chord;
A bridge from C to C.
The etudes were no longer
of interest to most, except perhaps
the ghosts of Liszt and Chopin;
And of course there was Ming,
her beige, almond-eyed Siamese,
poised on the fallboard,
his brown-tipped paw
gently toying with the gnarled hand
as it walked systematically
up the bass clef like a large spider.