Piano Notes
Piano notes when players come to play.
So sweetly on the keys, it pleases me.
A few songs that I can teach some day.
Maybe to Wyland or Tyler who can today.
I need to learn more to open my free
Talent I had as a small child. Played
Duets with my best friend Nori for my
Dad, who listened with his open ears.
Heart and soul, his favorite to hear.
When the muse comes back around,
I'll start over again to learn for a while.
That piano smoked up with my brother.
Larry bought me another, but we gave
It to my grandson, Wyland - who played
One Christmas Eve. I listened intently.
He played ever so softly and gently.
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