Clifford Villalon Poet Narrative

Keys Above My Knees

My first touch of a piano
I was five when I sat on a stool
I heard a high "do" and a lower "do"
Then I stepped on a pedal as tool

I was touching different keys
Hearing each key with a different note
Delighted with every pitch of keys
And by sounds above the musical tote

As I pluck with each note
I started to wonder and concentrate
Bothered on my eye with a mote
I got distracted to orchestrate

Wondering why so many keys to prick
Counting all keys like queach
Eighty-eight pieces of stick
A long line for my short reach

I stopped for a while thinking
How to reach all keys with ease
Looked for a bench and sat to mease
Moving left to right to control my pacing

I started playing with excitement
Cousins behind me watching with bewilderment
I was asked what I was playing
I said, "Mozart's, maybe...," then they started laughing

I laughed with them too
And asked to teach me how
I was told, "Feel the keys above your knees..."
"They'll tell you if they match with your pleas!"

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