Harpsichord

Saint Paul, 9 July 2015

Lynx over a doublet with quilted sleeves

dandies of the fifteen hundreds enchanted

by the machinations of a boxed instrument

its strings wound taut around tuning pins

jacks pumping and plucking satin puffery

We listen to the last playable harpsichord

chords cast vibrations to tin can receivers

dutifully rise and clap as the music departs