poorly played, polyphonic
Bach!
Certainly I can understand my gracious teacher's patient sighs, when she hears my,
oh so very stumbling, fumbling, frightened notes!
I can understand this because, tonight I played a note correctly.
A note?
A note?
Singular sound?
Indeed, and it was nothing short of intoxicating!
Trying to roll the melodies off, through my hands, trying to voice two melodies, tying my trying together in the time of half an hour, I had eight minutes to go before I, quite accidently, dropped down on a note.
Trying cannot masquerade as the real thing when you do the real thing, at home. The note sang, it sounded it rang, through the hallway, or at least my head, and without the tiniest dread, I dropped the note again!
The piano always catches the notes you drop, you have to trust your piano, after all, and not try to carry notes on your own!
So. Can I play Bach? Is my polyphonic piece shining?
No. It's still a slightly scared, fumbling piece, but tonight I heard an apparition, of Bach to come.
2 comments:
Kakie, if I read this in a poetry anthology, I would think nothing more of it past, "My, I should quote this someday!" and "This person should have their own anthology of poetry, so I can read more of it!"
I agree! Your poetry is delightfully narrative. Please! Write more!
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