Piano – Helen Scadding


You were my middle C.
An upright flush with polish
on which we placed the most important things.

You played in all weathers,
dampers soaking up the years of voice,
ending in the stillest pianissimo.

Now labelled sheaves of music 
line the shelves, parchment thin
and all the hammers thunder 

furiously out of time. 

Helen Scadding