I can always return to the piano.
My young sons asked “Why do you only play the piano when you’re sad?”
I didn’t know the answer then
it was merely something that I did
Today’s tunes,
favourites of memory or
tinkling up and down the ivories
where no rules apply,
beckon my soul out of sadness.
Wherever I have lived
I have had a piano
old pianos in need of
refinishing
tuning
with a presence solid and reliable
When I want music that
soothes in roving rhythms
uplifts in crashing crescendoes
piano music is the sound
most attuned to my soul.
“Its language is a language which the soul alone
understands, but which the soul can never translate.”
~ Arnold Bennett
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