Chopin Piano Concerto No. 2 in F minor, op. 21

aspen music festival poetry

Older folk lift closed eyes. Those with large

noses open their mouths. A precise woman

in pearls wears her white hair in a cocoon bun.

Her cheekbones tighten

like mountain air.


The few who lean in defy middle age:

spine bent, forehead lined.

Men move more than their dates,

confirm rhythms with the dip

of eroded chins.


But it is the woman in pearls

who offers her face. Eyes

like drums. Mouth on a string.

Her elder husband sways.


Meanwhile we, the youth,

miss every second note.

Take comfort in the evening stored,

however loosely, on our phone.


aspen music festival poetry


Written at the Benedict Music Tent, during the Aspen Music Festival 2014

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