Relationship Tunes

What shall we play?

Perhaps this one?
Years of delight
now neglected.
Everyday flow
now rifted, awkward,
stilted.
Renewable rhythm?
I ask into silence.

Or this one.
I jump at the chance,
levitate in a heaven
of enthralling nuance,
unfolding delight.
I engage, lose myself,
find myself
transformed.

Others, still
repertoire favourites,
rocking-chair rhythms,
well-known comforts
- always a pleasure.

I played my repertoire tonight.
Surprise, sadness.
Those pieces unpractised,
unfeatured.


BY JEANETTE JONES