Graphic by Tony Glenwright

Natalia Zaretsky
From Under Your Fingers
To my daughter
 …this hallucination standing on three legs,
this curious beast with its enormous moonlit smile.
— Billy Collins

A closed piano dozes in the corner,
striped with shadows
from a streetlight through the window.

It dreams its dreams and saves them
in the quiet, under a black curved wing.
In the morning you feed a flock of

black and white piano keys
off your loving palms.
And notes, sprightly birdlings,

fly from under your fingers
out of the deep soul of a piano,
beyond your past and future sadness and joy.