A Major Problem

sitting back
straight properly
putting my
fingers in
a slight
arch

at
my
piano
slightly
peddling
a melody

throwing in
arpeggios
and even
the odd
pause
as if

to 
state
a period
of waiting
hesitating
as if to hold

the now
the then
forgotten
where fingers
fell but knowing
it was played in minor
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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