His knuckles had never been the same
Since he touched the piano.
But he moved away from home, and didn’t
Own a piano, nor did his friends.
In his sleep, his fingers sometimes fluttered gently,
Releasing scales and rehearsing.
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Wednesday, August 12, 2009
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