To Nobuyuki Tsujii

Tchaikovsky, Chopin, Rachmaninoff
sing to your fingers on the reeds
The Royal Carnegie breaks down for you,
for your elegy,
for your blindness,
for your talent
for your spirit,
for you Nobuyuki Tsujii

While all I could muster up are a few drops of tears.
and play you on loop on a sad rainy day...