Pianoman Robert Pattinson

He sits himself gently down,
Hunching over on the stool;
Then softly comes the persuaded sound
steadily he coaxes from the quiet pool…

Lithely lightly lilting up from the piano keys
Little musical notes dancing and twirling with joy
His return has made the grand silence cease
- Our gorgeous maestro our golden boy!

How he makes the little blacks and whites
Quiver and tremble beneath his practised fingers,
Evoking raucous and lush delights’
Memory’s invited and Memory lingers…

Days of spring when his love was new,
or summer when it was hot,
or autumn when it was decked with dew,
or winter when it was not…

Days when we thought it was all over
and our hearts broke thus and thus;
when we thought we’d see him never
and thought we’d die, as die we must…

If he never came again to play,
If other new loves took his mind,
If he never found the time to stay,
If he never sought to look and find
that we’ve all been waiting here
with our hearts yearning and aching
Each one with keen and bended ear
to hear and listen for his soulful playing…

Musical balm to soothe the burning brain,
Lyrical ointment to stop the bleeding,
Melodious spell to cast for rain
- we were deserts since his leaving…

Oh beloved musician and troubadour young,
so insouciant in your tireless wandering;
Let out your songs that were never sung!
Set them free and set them soaring!

Up lithely lightly lilting above the trees
Liberated love letter notes taking flight!
Your return has made the silence cease
- our genius magician; our rescuing knight!!

He runs his fingers to and fro,
He smiles up from his seat,
He knows we all still love him so -
He knows he rules! Our own Roblord!

(3/8/09, written after collective complaints about the Rob-drought and lack of new pictures or news about our boy, and saluting his mad piano skills!)