Enough To Make A Moon LaughOld piano
in the tumbledown shedcobwebs
stretch from note to note.I laugh to see
a kitten on its keyscomposing a spooky music
all its own.Even the moon
gets the jokeand laughs at its reflection
in a lopsided rusty rain barrel.Time is only
the wind in the trees.I remember your hand
on these keysa bright sunny day
that seemed foreverlight years away from here.Your fingers calling music
into beingsome sad unseenthat seemed to sensea future timewhere cobwebs
would hold the music captivespiders spinning
from note
to noteweaving what is to come...what is...past.Now only this frisky kitty
makes music with its every movestartling itself
with incredulitythat every step is a notecompletely baffled
by its new found musicality.It's enough to make a moon
laugh.I cry.Dónall Dempsey
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