after buying a baby grand
piano
for the front room.
my teacher
talks to me like a child,
which i am
when it comes to music.
she sets my fingers on
the keyboard
and presses each down,
then glides my hand
across, pushing down
on the keys,
resulting in sound.
it's obvious that i have
no musical talent.
how old are you, she asks,
why, i reply.
well, i'm not sure that we
have enough time.
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