That Uncivilized Piano

Tonight was going to make yarn. But the piano next to the wheel was insistent.

Have only a handful of songs. I sing at myself. 10 or so, maybe. And more when working regularly. Chopin and Cave. Angel from Montgomery. 200 more miles. More. But mainly, just 10orso.

Catching a new is joyful but the figuring a challenge. Arduous. Old dogs. Excuses. Only need the one thing: Time will turn that page.

Anyway.

There were two new. And then three. A love letter but missing one chord then found. And you wanna make it hard on me. Need to hear you say goodbye.

Couple more to sing at myself.

No. Never. Funny you should ask. No. Yes there was a time when it was so. I don’t think. But

no

There is no one knows my voice now.

Advertisements

About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: