Seth Jani

If you are alone at least
there’s a piano humming between walls,
or the mirage of music
tossed-up by your memory
like a black root, a dahlia
for that second shadow.
Is it an angel? Or only your conscience
with its dark wings dipped in amber,
a retroactive shine?
Let the humming mistake itself
for the voice of something living.
Let it sprout two legs
and a penchant for broken doors.
Let it haunt some other secret
you’ve been hiding in the night.
We still have our dusky voids.
It’s not all fossil-glare
and museum admission.
No one’s curating
your descent.
Those eighty-eight keys
played by silence
in your empty house
are the sound the moon makes
creaking towards you
on its zodiacal hinge.

About the Author

Seth Jani lives in Seattle, WA and is the founder of Seven CirclePress ( Their work has appeared in The American Poetry Journal, Chiron Review, Ghost City Review, Rust+Moth and Pretty Owl Poetry, among others. Their full-length collection, Night Fable, was published by FutureCycle Press in 2018.  Visit them at