Lorena

Sitting on a church pew

Before the Yamaha keyboard;

Even in the dusty Romanian air,

I engaged in music.

Turns out I wasn't alone;

A little chick skipped up.

She perched right next to me 

And gabbered unintelligably.

I frowned and played again,

But she pushed away my hand.

She hit the keys herself 

And spoke just with her eyes.

The message clicked,

But where to begin?

"A, B, C, D,

E, F, G."

"Ah, beh, che, de,

Euh, fe, ghe."

On up the pitches,

One more octave;

Now speaking a language

We both understood.