Ode to a painting of a girl playing piano
 
I lie back on the loveseat and gaze
at a painting above the piano
of a girl playing piano.
Her back is to me,
and her piano is the same
as the piano beneath the painting.

The girl sits all day at her piano
and plays in silence.

Then my love sits down,
with her back to me,
at the piano beneath the painting,
and I suddenly hear
what the girl is playing.