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Vagaries: October 11.16

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SANYO DIGITAL CAMERABête noire

best friend

therapist

curse and godsend.

 This clumsy chunk of wood and wire

monument to stubbornness

taught me to be

Queen of Stubborn

immovably

patient and impatient.

I had an itch

way deep

that made me touch the keys.

I had to play.

I cannot remember life without a piano

this love-hate relationship that coddled my inwardness

yet insisted the music go outward

so how can I think of life without it ?

No inanimate object, this,

but a being with breath

spirit

a forgiving affection for me.

Is it disappointed?

I was never great

but I was good.

More, I entered in to a human thing

the thing with music

where

maybe

we all itch.

Is it

finally

gone?

Is it time to send this

wooden person

to the heap of my past

with dolls

and love letters?

Vagaries

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2 thoughts on “Vagaries: October 11.16

  1. Heavens, no, if you can play that beautiful piano. I don’t have a musical bone in my body so I stick to ‘listening’ to music. 🙂

    • I think the need to listen to music is part of that itch. Real listening to music is mysteriously part of the performance of it — at least that’s the way I think of it. My playing these days is so pitiful that I have entered into this debate with myself. Is this still a wonderful musical instrument or just a vast behemoth that requires its own room? Back and forth I go. Thanks for your response!

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