‘A Consolation’ by Christine Ann Cuccio

At night I hear Prokofiev and Liszt
and dream of playing baby grands
as sly Euterpe lures me towards
the melodies of pianists.
My fingers cannot meet the demands
of Mendelssohn’s complicated chords;
they dance instead atop computer keys
and feign the sleight of Mozart’s hands,
fluttering like hummingbirds,
composing minor symphonies
of words.

Christine Ann Cuccio holds a master of arts in writing from Emerson College. Her poetry has been featured in such journals as the North American Review, the Carolina Quarterly, the New York Quarterly, and Valparaiso Review. She lives in New Jersey and works as an event planner and freelance copyeditor.