THE LEARNER


We used to hear him practise all the time,
midwifery of music. Two men
grappled the bulk of his piano down
three flights. Wooden veneer splintered.

To me.
Back.
Tricky.
Bit of a corner.
Easy.
Easy.
Hold it.
Nicely.
Now.

There was a bumping down of delicate sounds.
A delivery of loss out of rehearsal.