Monday, July 18, 2016

The Pianist’s Fingers--By Marianne Szlyk--United States

The Pianist’s Fingers

Thunder rumbles in the distance
on a cloudy day.
The music teacher tells his child
that God is warming up,
limbering His fingers,
playing His scales
before the concert,
a burst of chords,
irregular rhythm, melody
of rain and wind,
and the light show.
The child no longer fears
or lightning.
He settles down
inside to watch
the storm.

Marianne Szlyk is the editor of The Song Is... Recently, she published her second chapbook, I Dream of Empathy, with Flutter Press. Her first, Listening to Electric Cambodia, Looking Up at Trees of Heaven, was published by Kind of a Hurricane Press. Her poems have appeared in Long Exposure, Of/with, bird's thumb, Solar Nation, Quill and Parchment, Silver Birch Press' series, Jellyfish Whispers, Napalm and Novocaine, Poppy Road Review, and other online and print venues including Kind of a Hurricane Press' anthologies.


  1. I really like this one. What a wonderful mental picture of thunderstorms.

    1. Thank you, Dee. We have certainly been getting our fill of thunderstorms lately.

  2. Good write, Marianne. I enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (

    1. Thank you very much, Maurice. I'm glad that you enjoyed this piece. :)

  3. Thanks Marianne. I will think of this poem when I hear thunder.
    All full of music.

    1. Thank you, Mary Jo. :) Hope that Wisconsin is less hot than it has been.