Last Saturday - poem

Here's a poem that I wrote back in October 3, 2012. ^^

Washing the morning dishes,

Just minding my own business,

(A bit grudging, I must add),

When down it rained, beauty-clad.

Strains of pleasing melody,

Triads in sweet harmony,

I cast eyes outward, wonder!

The music did not flounder.

Down it wafted from above,

Gently, gently, like a dove;

Master fingers undisclosed,

As they played the highs and lows.

I hurried with the washing,

No sign of tuneless humming.

Finally done, I grabbed the leash

As excuse of remedy.

With my dog, hasted to sidewalk

And slowed my pace to a walk.

Ears alert, eyes akin,

For the music now grew dim.

Now my gaze is on high grounds,

Still the rapturous effects sounds.

With a sudden jolt, I knew,

Keys I used to play so true.

Oh, joy! One of my Bach piece!

Now the skillful play has cease.

Fleeting time, I'm back at home;

The piano's where I roam.

This all really happened, although the part about "my Bach piece" wasn't. Inspired by the incident, I decided to write it down. This is probably my best in-one-sitting poem I've ever written. ^^


Critiques and comments welcomed!