Thursday, June 30, 2011

the piano

I quit lessons in middle school
though I'd been playing since kindergarten.

It was my main act of teenage rebellion.


I should have kept the lessons
and opted for a tattoo -
hindsight chuckles, "woulda been a win-win"

From time to time I'd still play
in our basement on the second piano

My black and white secret-keepers
taking my abuse,
my love,
my emotions that ran up and down
like scales
both major and minor

Tonight I need to pour out my heart,
my frustration, my tears
on the keys that beckon just inches away
but the babies are snoring,

and there is an A&P exam in the morning
for the one who bought me a used piano for our first married Christmas

So I type away -
click click click delete delete click -
but it's not quite the same.


  1. I was just thinking this afternoon how much I miss my violin, which I haven't touched in way too long - right now it's on the other side of the world. There is definitely a certain emotion that expresses itself in music, isn't there

  2. I didn't take my lesson seriously either. I really wish I had.

  3. I love this! And my husband bought me a nice, gently used piano as the present from the leftovers of our first tax return as a married couple! I do play mine some, though not as much as I used to! (but that was 4 hours of playing 7 days a week!) :)

  4. oh sister, i understand... i play guitar, but i get it. the need for music...


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