In a country church
a youngish pianist
played Debussy
divinely
but tonight not Ravel
his Chopin pieces
were chapeautivating
the way Rachmaninov
was trembled
showed - not off.
Wondering what
you were doing
in a little place like this
When you were
destined for concert halls?
Just listening
to the notes from your fingers
and your brain's vibrato
was a thrill on a
summer's night.
For Conrad Wilkinson
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