Polonaise in A-Flat Major, Op. 53
The last gold of evening
lingered
upon the piano keys
after the music
had already ended—
I come back to the old piano
my mother used to play
her etudes and concertos,
the ivory keys
yellowed by time—
suddenly I hear
the ecstatic pounding
of Chopin’s Polonaise
in A-Flat Major—
my mother’s hands
striking the old piano
long after evening
had darkened
D. G. Vachal © 2026
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lilies, sparrows and grass 
The richness of memory tied to music — 🎶 this is poignant and hear-stirring, D ✨💛