The Ballade of Franz Lizst (by Ana)

You, long fingers’ miracle:
the countess must have smiled
peering from atop her secretaire.
Masterly chiseled carpals, meta-
carpals perfectly bound a
harmony of long phalanges
translated by the keys, the piano
you play at her side, by the source.

The princess also knew.
when caught by the spell
the love dream, that
the reward is you,
long fingers’ [...]

mamu.sic with double bass (funky blues ballad)

never met nobody like you, Mamu
always got one brown eye on the door
your silence
stronger than liquor
your heart
full, your skin thicker 
and the tumblenotes fall
and the teeny birds call
and we drink still to hope,
Twirl me Mamu
later, when its gloaming~light and dimpsy
whispers and echoes fill empty glasses
and you walk home with the tipsy~girl
tripsy
and lucky, so lucky are you, Mamu,
and the tumblenotes [...]

The Amy Winehouse Riff

She pinches the hem,
crushed satin tacked
secured with a single
Gordian knot,
a safeguard that fumbled
stitches won’t unravel
and reveal
that black line drawn
with kohl;
some vain attempt
to sexualise this naïve form,
this pretence that reluctantly
demands attention.
She pulls it, pinches,
drags it up revealing
porcelain skin and
catholic guilts
as the drummer
teases and rolls
her slight dip,
head bowed with her
curtsey in servitude.