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“Satie” by Santiago Rusiñol, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

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I Live Inside Erik Satie’s Piano

I live inside Erik Satie’s piano
with my dog.
Every day is early morning autumn here

The leaves never fall
inside Erik Satie’s piano – they dance
It’s Sunday! they sing as
they pirouette through the air

I live inside Erik Satie’s piano
with my dreams
Every day is a holiday here

I balance on branches, a leaf
beneath each arm
feeling my way from capstan to hammer
For fun, I tie tails made from shredded pillowcases
and turn the harp into a great Chinese kite

At Christmastime we decorate
the trees with feathers
from prize bantams and light them
with the shine from the cocks’ eyes

I live inside Erik Satie’s piano
with my dog
Every day is a dream here

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Bill Siegel lives in the Boston MA area, and writes both prose and poetry to express his love of jazz. Bill’s work appears in Indigenous Pop: Native American Music from Jazz to Hip Hop (Univ of Arizona Press, 2016); AllAboutJazz.com; inmotionmagazine.com; International Poetry Review; Brilliant Corners; Blue Mesa Review: Cruzando Fronteras (Crossing Borders); and other publications. He also created and manages jimpepperlives.wordpress.com, a collection of articles, poetry and news celebrating the work of the late saxophonist, Jim Pepper.

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Listen to Anne Queffélec perform Erik Satie’s “3 Gymnopédies: No. 1” [Erato/Warner Classics]

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