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The Piano Lesson

arriving early for pick-up    
a rare moment
not normally allowed; †  
pudgy hands † †
with still-dimpled knuckles †  
struggling to find the cadence †  
his instructor insists upon †  
eager to please, fully engaged † †
he cautiously begins †  
† †
smoothly please, little one †  
she admonishes gently, †  
we donít chop the keys † †
into fragments; †  
we find the connection, † †
feel the flow of vibration † †
from this note to the next †  
beneath our palms;
†  
he hesitates, brows furrowed †  
as her elegant, practiced fingers †  
show him the way itís done † †
† †
my grandmaís broad, thin hands †  
strumming her old acoustic, †  
roll with bittersweet abandon † †
in a whisper across my mind, †  
my eyes on his long, inherited fingers †  
hovering just above the ivories, †  
the only heirloom † †
my family had left to bestow †  
† †
his Cupidís bow lip, †  
twisted between grown up teeth †  
still making their way †  
through the gums, † †
in unreserved determination †  
that belongs to him alone; †  
the mind of the fearless explorer, †  
completely unaware † †
that failure is an option - †  
so why do I feel so anxious †  
on his behalf? †  
† †
generations of musical talent †  
makes for a heavy mantle - †  
is it possible to experience † †
simply the joy of creating † †
without the stifling air †  
of expectation? † †
If it is, Iíll wrap it all up †  
and lay it at his feet †  
just to watch the fire dance †  
across his countenance; †  
as heavy lids close on their own †  
to feel, rather than see †  
his gift slowly unwrapped, †  
I am desperate to give him mine, †  
the unencumbered prize † †
of doing for the sake of it alone †  
† †
his tender, round face † †
etched with a firm resolve †  
many years beyond him, †  
he begins once again; †  
a few shortened strokes †  
before he finds the stream †  
where the individual notes †  
become cohesive sound - †  
he makes music at last †  
and my heart swells for him †  
all over again, as I know it will †  
so many more times, † †
for the rest of my days †  
† †
knowing sparks within †  
those deep brown eyes, † †
reminding me of my own, †  
and so much of his brothers; †  
he presses his lips together †  
to keep his boyish grin †  
from erupting ear to ear, †  
his happiness a bright blue aura, †  
the cloudless summer sky †  
outdone
LunaGreyhawk
Written by LunaGreyhawk
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