Musicians
Work or play?
Nov 5 · 1 min read

We begin at 4:00
wreathing our music gently
Familiar and sweet, it falls from my fingers onto ebony,
joins with the sounds of the piano beside me.
Together we dive into whichever piece we are playing,
just the music between us —
not on paper, though that is there,
sometimes road map, sometimes compass.
Our musics speak to each other,
we slow and linger, fill the world with chords and melody and trilling descant…


