Fingers balance gracefully, moving
In accordance with the music of the spheres,
Quickly bringing tension to the strings,
Dance up along complex vibrations,
Then back again in unison, soothing
Out and weaving a melody that clears
The melancholy air: deep note that rings,
Soft note that sings, contemplations
Of the elaborate, then quickly turning 
Back into simplicity. Then, without respect
or anticipation of the other, one hand
Syncopates and throws into the silence
A chord which the other hand, learning
Of his partner’s attempt, must collect
And correlate and try to understand,
Catching up the notes and sending them thence
Into the unity of the song.

				             1977