Two Pianos, four Hands,
A couple at baby Grands,
Captive in symphonic line
Concentrations intertwine
Sweet sweat upon each brow
Together in the endless now
Of musical uptake of spirit
Each carried along with it
To a crescendo of sound
Echoing all souls around
In the feelings and beings
Of the duet in playing

The concert drains the strength
With the spent emotion and length
Till both are homeward bound
Lie together without a sound
Touching one another to please
As if each was a piano’s keys
Bringing forth a harmony’s play
Into the night from the day
Musical of sighs and moans
Emotional gasps and tones
A quieter crescendo peaks
Amongst the twisted sheets.