To the Man Rehearsing Piano in Lecture Theatre CL

To the Man Rehearsing Piano in Lecture Theatre CL 110:

I stood outside the door,
unsure if I should leave or
make my presence known
A steady flow of post-modern

cinematic beauty
emanated from the empty room
where I peered my way in to glimpse
the back of your head.

A fumble, a stop, a heavy sigh
an abrupt change of piece

I stood clutching my Barq's, poised to speed walk away
Nonchalant
If you were to turn and exit

A few shifts of your bench and I jumped to flee
But sat back down with your continuous unfurl
of melody.
A polychromatic
line of notes
clutched deeply at my aching throat
and I turned to go.

I placed myself down again, though,
further out of sight
As a series of delicately entwining tunes
met my ear, only to speed
and end
with a frustrated pound at the keys
And I rose again but
you again began
A snippet of Chopin or
a lock of Liszt's hair
Some symphonic sea
Who knows
I drowned
in that fluorescent lit hallway today
Swam through the contents of the pop machine

Took a breath
Went on my way