aligned

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raindrops -

become more aligned

my music

*Inspired by haiku written by Patricia Donegan at CARPE DIEM HAIKU  CD Special

Projection

Art by Bob Gregory

He arrived to me late

I mean: his body was here

at the bench

feet on the floor

hands on piano

but the soul –somewhere else.

Sort of – his dad:

the computer he worked on

while the boy has been studying

was forgotten.

I offered the magazine

at the sofa.

No notebook with homework

No second book with new songs.

The student played well

the part of the homework song

though…

-Are you playing every day as we talked?

-No.

-Have you included the piano study in your schedule? (me trying to stay calm)

-Not yet.

-What are you doing after school?

-A homework.

-Do you know that the right hemisphere of brain responsible for music and math, left – for language? So playing piano after school could be beneficial for your growth, nice change for the brain, feeling-good experience.

- Oh?- thinking.

Who knows? Will he try?

At the door I thank him

for bringing the head

at the shoulders.

Laughing…

All of it reminds of Gianni Rodari

fiction story about the boy

who loosing his body parts

along the way;

they being delivered to his mom

at home by strangers.

At the end of the day

she needs just put pieces

together. Light assembly required.

Sigh.

Did I just watch my reflection?..

Finger drill ode

a drawing by me

Who said, who knew

they have to move

independently,

one by one, curved,

being in charge

of the keys,

remembering

a special spot

on the top of

 black and

white

with ease;

and names,

given to face

a position,

a sequence number.

Bent, they could be

a bridge between

two little strangers:

the short - Mr. Thumb,

the thin – Mr. Pinky;

playing

‘Hide & Seek’ game –

nobody wins, when

the bridge rises up,

showing 'Okay'

for All the fingers…

Before. they. held. only. a pen.

Submitted for d'Verse: Form for All

Piano for shorty

                                                                           wallike.com

At the polished bench

by the grand piano

a pile of books

on the top half-sitting

cowering,- embryo pose-

a little girl, student-novice

squeezing the middle c,

sticking out short fingers she -

but a squirrel found acorn.

Little girl, sit tall,

flap the arms-wings

feel free

play a-b-c  

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