On Hearing Keiko Abe Play the Marimba
As mallets frolic, leap and fall
and blur into a cloud of flowers,
the rosewood fills the spacious hall
with dazzling white sakura showers
borne from the tree we picnicked under,
all our minutes, all our hours
passing like this tuneful wonder
quickening my memory
and, wild as taiko-drumming-thunder,
we danced beneath that floral tree
that shook the garlands from its hair.
That night I dreamed a glorious sea
of petals washed ashore, the air,
the land, our very souls in thrall
to blossoms blowing everywhere.
I see you whirling in the squall,
as mallets frolic, leap and fall.
Previously published in Victorian Violet Press
Martin Elster (not pictured), author of There’s a Dog in the Heavens!, is also a composer and serves as percussionist for the Hartford Symphony Orchestra. His poems have appeared in journals including The Chimaera, Lucid Rhythms, Mindflights, Scarlet Literary Magazine, and in the anthologies Taking Turns: Sonnets from Eratosphere, The 2012 Rhysling Anthology, New Sun Rising, and Poe Little Thing.