Luc Bat for Ken Bott

By: Peter Frachioni

Let me play you a song

And I’ll stumble quite messily

Through open ended chords,

Plunk out a jumbled melody

It reminds you, faintly,

Of the one you played years before

To my ten year old self

Who cleverly clung to the score.

To play it as you had,

From where I sit, seems like a dream.

Your strict, smooth sound select.

Vast hands cast shadows I esteem.

Keys trace your memory,

Yet I play to my own rhythm,

Cause’ then what is the point

Of all those Tuesdays spent with him?

For every note I play,

If people try their best to see,

They’ll see you too, sitting,

‘Longside, playing your song with me