now.
stand up and be counted.
no more drifting
fingers back on white keys
lets play it through this duet
block the voices out
no repetition
no black keys
no pedals
no metronome
just the white keys and me
and the finest piece
all eyes set
bring me through.
inexistent keys
uncovered melodies
and an incompetent me
Sunday, January 21, 2007
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