G.E. Piano

Inspired by George Elliot’s Piano in The Herbert Gallery, Coventry.


Sitting at a grand piano

At a loss for words

When tones are what you write with

All you have are cords


Fingers fluttering over faded keys

Silently thanking the sons of John

A soft tinkling instead of the harsh click

Made by me and descendants of Remington


As music has been kept from me

I’ll strike a different key

Maybe making paper sing

Is all I’ll ever need


Perhaps there is a middle march

Just do both, I know some can

Writing notes and words alike

Just like dear Mary Anne



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