The darkness, the candles,
Battery driven lanterns
And one piano..
I played piano.
Side lit by a lantern,
My fingers cast long odd
Shadows against the keys.
My son sat on the couch
And listened while I played
The piano pieces of my youth.
Bach, Beethoven, Mozart,
Snippets of Chopin,
Scott Joplin, Sindig...
He seems to enjoy it when I play
Just as I enjoyed it when my mother
Played the piano.
My son plays the piano exceptionally well.
Should he ever to choose to
Procreate, I hope his children
Will enjoy listening to him too.
I wrote this Monday night when the power went off during a horrible storm
And right before I went to sleep.
Anywho, it's approaching the end of the school year and I've been busy. I've been trying to hold on to my horses here. It's been tough at times. I haven't quite fallen off .... yet.
|Ben Long fresco|
Plus, I have to take care of a few minor health thingies. If I've been sporadic with visits, this is why..
I do appreciate all the nice comments on my lone bloom post down below. I did answer your comments but then blogger ate them when I was trying to publish them. It's frustrating when comments disappear.
In a couple of weeks though, I'm looking forward
To getting back on the bus (metaphorically speaking).
It's time for a bit of a break.
|photo by dd, a beloved cousin ..|
I do still love y'all ...
Here are some foamy cyber hugs and kisses... Guaranteed cootie free too!