The do-it-yourself piano isn't
kicked to matchwood, and you take
this for affirmation. When we
work out how to switch off
Bob Dylan, your plangent homemades
will go unaccompanied, no longer
sought like an injury lost in the mists
of Hansard. People suggest topics

they won't be using, and this is
more like an archive sneeze
than what yesteryear's beard
in physics said it could be.
Quite unlike the night beyond, snowing
sheet after perfect sheet of stars.

Aidan Coleman