I learned to play the piano at
twelve
rather I learned to read notes
and find them on the keyboard
rather I learned to read notes
and find them on the keyboard
never found the music though
always mechanical and stilted.
Somewhere the music lives
and is discovered by a genius
who feels it in her bones
and hears it in the wind.
The notes on the scale
are a way for others to enjoy it
and to recreate it for all time.
Some will give it wings, while others,
like me, will make it ping, ping, ping,
like a broken machine in a factory.
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