Drownpour

it’s the timbre I recognise first,

splashing chords, fat raindrops 

slapping cold piano key flagstones

a sudden violent musical storm 

black and white, a sonata

a foment drenching my ears

drowning my senses

I can only stand and look

vacantly transfixed, 

a hypnotized audience of one

deciphering the heavy liquid notes

sodden, helpless, shivering

as others run in futile panic

I can only stand and look

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© Graham R Sherwood 01/22