As I sat at the piano
Counting my fingers through
The basic notes
I felt someone with me
It was Hannah Schmitz
And she was counting her words
To The Lady With the Little Dog
It was the same.
Her young lover was teaching her.
Again, same.
Now, I am on my own
As she was on her own
And I am finding 'the' on the piano.
By Janet Jarrell
This is beautiful and makes me thought about 'being alone'.
ReplyDeleteCan you really play the piano? This is a rare gift in Brazil, I mean among regular people.
All my love.
Cleverly done, they say that 'What goes around, comes around!'
ReplyDeleteNicely!
Kenia, my girls are musically gifted and have taken piano for years - now they are teaching me - I am a beginner!
ReplyDeleteI am sure you are right Andy, and I am waiting patiently for that.
Peacefully