Your turn.
Ah, sure.
It puts me in mind of all the different kinds of music.
This is called "Rubato."
It's dedicated to a professional pianist, who's recorded a lot.
Marta Argerich.
I'm imagining a recital.
"Rubato means time stolen from one note and given to another.
So with strong beats often displaced,
since this dance is not at all a Waltz, but surges
then holds back like feeling.
Chopin's "Mazurkas" for piano make the two hands sometimes
play a rhythm not exactly with but somewhat
against each other.
The right lagging, dragging a beat or two out, but hastening
to catch up an instant later.
While the left, so it is said of Chopin's own left hand,
plays on at a steady measure of 3, 3, 3.
And you and I who hear or don't hear the beat, listen.
Don't listen.
Lose our sense of time in the forms of songs
that say nothing or something.
Someone coughs loudly to say with his own un-singing voice
that he refuses song.
And what is it we should have done today
that we have to do tomorrow?
All of this is wide, wandering thought while she plays.
The pianist, stealing time for us from work and duty
from the tangles we are caught in from the clock ticking
and ticking and our alarmed heads.
The time that she has no intention of ever, ever giving
back."