If I did not practice, I would commit
suicide. I do not exist to perform, or
to teach, but to learn.
The eyes follow the notes
On behalf of the soul.
Hands grope
Time stops––
Startled heavily
By the force
Of your emotion.
Every instant is a
Symphony of feeling
Calling out
To the walls
And the windows
And the plants
Leaning forward
In wonder.
The piano
Is amazed.
Yet this--––
All of this
Was only exploration
As when I saw you
For the first time and
We discovered each other.
Like children
Of innocence
We laughed
As only children can
In our loving beginning.