The Must To Listen.... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i am listening to a piano music

it is cheap, there are no hands playing the
piano keys

there is no piano even, and there is no pianist
no chair where the pianist is supposed to sit

and there are no hands to make the much needed applause
no one judges here

whether the notes are perfectly drawn
or the musical score appreciable or light

that is not the concern, there are no concerns
whatsoever even

it is just the listening pleasure
without people listening without a hall

no exits and no entrances
nothing to enthrall you, but this short pleasure

of just being you alone and receptive
paying attention to loneliness that is shared by
many if not all
of these creatures who claim that by being alive
they must listen...