in the evening
as far as the eye can see
herds
of black pianos
 
up to their knees
in the mire
they listen to the frogs
 
they gurgle in water
with chords of rapture
 
they are entranced
by froggish, moonish spontaneity
 
after the vacation
they cause scandals
in a concert hall
during the artistic milking
suddenly they lie down
like cows
 
looking with indifference
at the white flowers
of the audience
 
at the gesticulating
of the ushers

black pianos, black pianos