Saturday, October 1, 2016

Piano at 75

Each night I sit down on the bench
And play piano for a little while.

Pain in my back keeps me
From sitting longer;

Three quarters of a century
Have left my fingers stiff.

But the music still sounds good;
My body still remembers

How to stroke the keys, reverberate the strings,
Bring beauty from this wooden box.

So I’m smiling
When I limp away to other things.

©2016 John I. Blair

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