I took lessons for years and still have a tug to want to play the piano well, but I never had the discipline or connection it takes to sit down and learn it. I admire that skill as my mother was the first person that I heard play the piano well, and then my sisters, who both play beautifully. It makes me swoon inside still when I hear people who have a connection with the instrument, as it is amazing to me. It makes me have a physical reaction to the music. I love it!
The Piano
The white smooth keys
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The bumped-up black
ones
Curved or straight
wood
Strings that are so
thick
They are taught and
hard to pluck
But ring with a light
touch
From hammers of velvet
and stars
To sing, vibrating
through me
Harmonies including me
At the touch of a
masterful hand
My mother’s hands or my sister’s
An admired friend, not
mine
But I would lie
underneath
Feeling the notes
pierce
My heart with flight
To space, to places
untouched
Pure, constant,
passionate
Till the tears came
Or the bells inside
rang
And I was satisfied
Satiated with music’s
Seductive pull
Sounds of a well-played
Well-cared-for piano
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