Brush, Pen and Staff
At fourteen I created
a miniature painting:
a portrait of an actress I highly admired;
nothing exceptional or thrilling.
At fifteen I wrote my first verse,
whoever read it: thought it was far from terse
with thoughts that didn't connect,
or revealed intellect.
At forty I started writing
notes on the staff with perfect pitch while feeling
the spirit of Mozart
teaching me the tricks of his art.
Written on 11/20/2016
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