Up early (for me), I drive
her Hyundai to her town,
which long ago was my town,
which is this morning my town
again, to sit in a shiny showroom
near the $40K snazzy electric car,
which I will likely never acquire in
this lifetime, though I love the idea
of a gasless car, but at this point I can
only afford to pose with an arrest-me-red
hybrid Sonata, which, it seems to me, should
come with a keyboard ready to perform, oh, say,
Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata, which, it seems
to me, should be included in the car’s repertoire,
that solo piano piece with its somber tones, one
of the first classical pieces I recognized, with
its deceptively simple opening adagio but as
complex as that cherry of a car chock full of
ingenious engineering most of us will never
understand. But if we refocus our perspective,
we might perceive ourselves in its gleaming
surface, which, it seems to me, is not unlike
looking at the glossy lifted lid of a grand
piano, its strings and soundboard
primed for action, ready to rev
up into another brilliant
masterpiece.

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You can listen to Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata (solo piano by Rousseau
with special effects) here.