chords.
sometimes, i miss playing the piano so much it hurts.
so i start deconstructing rooms in my head.
"maybe if we just got rid of the dining room table. or what if we enclosed the screened-in. and do we really need a couch in the living room?"
but really, there's no room. not here. not even for an upright.
and even if there was, i don't know what i would do sitting on that bench hovering above the keys. for the first time in almost 15 years.
once-memorized symphonies would probably just torment me.
until i'd settle for something like "heart and soul" before retreating to the couch in defeat.
so i start deconstructing rooms in my head.
"maybe if we just got rid of the dining room table. or what if we enclosed the screened-in. and do we really need a couch in the living room?"
but really, there's no room. not here. not even for an upright.
and even if there was, i don't know what i would do sitting on that bench hovering above the keys. for the first time in almost 15 years.
once-memorized symphonies would probably just torment me.
until i'd settle for something like "heart and soul" before retreating to the couch in defeat.
3 Comments:
At 11:51 AM, The Websters said…
totally thought this post was going to be about pants.
At 5:39 PM, Pensive Girl said…
oh, darci... :)
that would be "cords"
At 1:58 PM, FletcherDodge said…
You just gave me my next big money making idea: The Murphy Piano.
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