Around the piano

Around the piano
Men are standing,
Men are sitting
To hear the new tempos
Of Monsieur Caprizy
Who brags it was easy
By fiddle and meddle
To compose his most moving
Concerto Larghetto.

Monsieur strikes the keys
And jostles his knees
To sound the legatos
That open ears do please.

L'homme là lights a smoke
And tries not to choke
Or cough his throat clear
For the music he hears
Evokes pity and tears
That reflect off his face
Like a vanity mirror.

His motions are smooth.
His melodies sooth.
I wish I could stay
But the note's he's just played
Had the marked tone of finale.