Haunted by Keys

Pianos spare no doors
open my chest with each key

there have been moments
one at a time

in which, even more than smells,
I am struck by someone's fingers

from across the room
recalling my half attempt

to learn twenty years ago
an art that I write about

waiting to be locked in
with so much time

to try every combination
and know the joy

of gently lighting matches
playing for the ghosts.