Piano and Oboe

by Deb Pfeffer

Chords and trills,
Adagio or allegro,
I played and played, 
keys pulsing stars.

Music room 
full with people,
heads turned, ears tuned
your oboe floating in.

You glibly called me 
Ivory, said I laid
your blanket down,
plumped the pillow of our duet. 

You are all 
woodwinds, water, reeds.
And I, 
keys, chords, fingers
longing to touch you.