Sound Judgement
by R. Gerry Fabian
It's before midnight;
the street is almost deserted.
This is not uncommon
for a small borough town.
From somewhere in the distance
the tones of a piano
sprinkle in the dark.
It is a slow melody-
not exactly sad, but quite serious.
It is paced and organized
but not famous or practiced.
The notes are original
and the few flaws are genuine.
I want to follow the volume
and seek out the composer
but many years of experience
have taught me the inherent value
between what is perceived
and what is pure chance.
So I let the music
carry me into another direction
the street is almost deserted.
This is not uncommon
for a small borough town.
From somewhere in the distance
the tones of a piano
sprinkle in the dark.
It is a slow melody-
not exactly sad, but quite serious.
It is paced and organized
but not famous or practiced.
The notes are original
and the few flaws are genuine.
I want to follow the volume
and seek out the composer
but many years of experience
have taught me the inherent value
between what is perceived
and what is pure chance.
So I let the music
carry me into another direction
R. Gerry Fabian is a retired English instructor. As a poet and novelist, he has been publishing his writing since 1972 in various literary magazines. Visit him online at rgerryfabian.wordpress.com.