This poem is dedicated to one of the greatest women I have ever met:
Gwen Denton (March 7, 1942-April 3, 2008)
Careful tiny fingers fall
Slip on black and ivory meter
The scaled curls learn to recall
Perfect practice the teacher
Dead men come trilling into breath
Soft clicks echoing step
Softer touch marking depth
As ten stir the dust that slept
Hours compose degrees
Trained lullabies as company
Yet, worldly grandeur flees
Traded for a tiny curtsy
Careful tiny fingers fall
Slip on blackened ivory meter
The scaled love allows my recall
Silent music--still the teacher
~DaLe 11/11/08
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