The piano playing man
with the swinging hips
and the swaying hair
spindly fingers gliding across
the keys
rata-tat-tat
dooby-dop-be-doop
The sounds of the piano
echo
The man’s eyes sing
with the harmony
of a thousand choirs

The piano playing man
in his spiffy licorice jacket
and retro glasses
bobbing to the geometric symmetry
of the music
rising in grievous rapture
The music of the soul
The black piano ruptures
And notes spin out dips
and swirls and loop-de-loops

The piano playing man
is the man of the keys
The pearly-keyed, shiny-backed
PIANO PLAYING MAN!