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The Pancake Chronicles: my pian-er

The Pancake Chronicles

Friday, February 18, 2011

my pian-er

© Colleen HilmanMy piano looked at me sharply today as I walked by.  I wasn't thrown off by his cool attitude.  Instead compassionate fuzzies filled my soul for underneath sharp looks I knew he was feeling flat and couldn't help it.  (Besides, when someone looks at you sharply it often means they loved you once or are in the throes of wondering why on earth do they love you and either way love is involved and love means hope and hope always means it isn't over.)  I haven't played in weeks and before that even more weeks.  But how do you explain to your piano that you live in an apartment and if you are to have neighbours of the friendly sort than the adage "practice makes perfect" cannot apply?  How do you tell him you adore him even more than ever, that the silence between you is only temporary, a mere quarter rest between notes?  Someday we'll be together again, I want to say but I'm stuck with English and he only understands Tune.


Blogger emily ruth said...

love it...


18 February 2011 at 06:54  
Blogger Sonya said...

Poor Mr. Piano.

18 February 2011 at 08:27  
Anonymous CC said...

You are so clever with your words... and always so full of love and affection for the world around you. Life affirming. Wonderful. LOVE YOU.

18 February 2011 at 09:31  
Blogger cayman77 said...

hi my sweet! have a great week!!!!!!!!!!!

21 February 2011 at 12:23  
Blogger Scrapnqueen said...

I feel sorry for your piano--and for you. Maybe you could work out some kind of practice schedule with your neighbours, and keep all the relationships involved in good order?

28 March 2011 at 13:01  

any questions?

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