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 emotions that ran up and down
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.