Chopin and I

Last evening, instead of bombinating,

I chit-chatted with my piano

Over a Sonata

I rendered with a strand of hair

Exceedingly delicious

Said a Liszty fly to me

Though your finale for the piano concerto is a bit extended

Write littler, edit morer

I got excoriated

When I was told to compose a Nocturne

For Chopin buried in a grave

Between Bellini and Cherubini

So

I stopped playing

For the first time in 378 years

And played the C minor no.21

Backwards