Monday, October 5, 2020

Seasons


 

 

The earth has mood swings too.

 

They're called

 

The four seasons.

 


 

 

 

 

 

Tuesday, August 4, 2020

By Heart





When I was three years old

I knew

where my heart was taking me

Illustration by Anita Pelayo Rivera


before

my head

could plan my destiny.




He was an average-sized man.

My father's fingers

short, blistered and used to the tedious work

of

upholstering furniture for a living





glided over the piano keys

like

clouds across a full moon.

Today

I'm 62 and now it's my turn.

This piece of music that I know

By Heart

will be the subject of my studies

now

that I am retired from teaching.





Back when my father played

Clair de Lune

and

when I hear it now

its reflective arpeggios

and

tonic genius

make me feel as if I'm the only one

in the world

meant to hear the poetry

of the moon.

What whispers unspeakable words of love

to you?