Radu Lupu Went Down on a Steinway

Hammer blows.
Ominous strings.
A tragic,

vaguely-threatening strut.
(Sad, actually).
Distressing drum rolls,

stylishly belligerent.

Radu Lupu seizes a black grand.
Toes on the pedals,
full beard bopping.
Little woodcutter hands
leaping from the keys,
delicate on the upper notes.

Gets him laid on a Steinway
every time.