A Poem For The Concert Pianist by Jason Visconti

This is an alphabet that goes beyond mere words,

The infant in his crib scrambling for a sign,

His arm he surrenders to almost vanish as it swerves,

All for the recreation of keeping time,

If recreation can fill a hall in turn.

Jason Visconti has attended both group and private poetry workshops. His work has appeared in various journals, including “Literary Yard”, “Valley Voices”, “California Quartely”, “Allegro Magazine” and “The American Journal of Poetry”. He especially enjoys the poetry of Pablo Neruda and Billy Collins.