Chopsticks, a poem

 Chopsticks

I tried to play Grieg

but was out of my league,

so ‘Chopsticks’ it must be.

I’ll bang on the keys

as loud as I please;

there will be no stopping me!

My left and my right

are inclined to fight

though I try to make them agree;

but one finger, each hand,

makes much less demand,

so maybe I’ll stay in key!

 

Stephen Brooke ©2023

I was moving some music books from one shelf to another and there were some Grieg piano pieces among them. That was enough to set me off.