Lightly at first, orchestra and smells
A few more instruments added
As steam rose from pots
Oatmeal simmering with notes
Gliding on the waft of fruit
Cherries dipped in liquid sunshine,
Fresh apricot preserves,
Flown in the night before
From a friend far away.
Then the familiar took over
No one could take another bite
Because the music took hold
Chopin, played by someone else,
Still powerful, controlled
Chopin for breakfast.
……………… by Rev. Emily Hagan, Lyons
