Poem: Don't Worship a Reflection

Don't Worship a Reflection

This really is untitled as yet. You can see it at Mosaic Musings as well.

In all, I see her reflection
(even in her own face she is reflected),
                                            and
in dreams
            (waking,
                     and otherwise).

(Seek and find)
I suppose if I wanted, I could see her smile
in the Mona Lisa
                  (who plays the violin).

Piano fingers eke
                   art
from eighty-eight wire drums,
when four would do
                    (and smile
more separate smiles);

so don’t worship
                  a reflection.