The Pianist

by Renton Thorne

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Photo by Jonas Ginter via Flickr. Creative Commons: Some rights reserved.

 

It began where it stopped –
The anorexic abhorrence of eating;
The definition of the ribcage
With nutrition-lack increasing.

He began to starve himself
Until his bones turned into keys.
The only thing he ate was Beethoven
In lonely moments such as these.

Starved himself to life in death
And overindulged in the famish;
Starved himself until his breath
Began to wither away and vanish.

Only in the end did he rejoice
When he was nothing left
But dust and warts.
He played: “No one would hear my voice,
But maybe they’ll listen to my corpse.”

 

 

Renton Thorne, born in Colorado, having lived in Missouri, Texas, Montana, Arkansas, California, and Massachusetts, has always loved American vernacular and the gritty American poetry of the 20th and 21st centuries. Recently graduating from Suffolk University, he now turns his full attention to getting his poetry published.

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