The One Who Taught Me Freedom

I hit three octaves of E. Carefully, with accent. F sharp. G. Then the notes ripple; four beats pass, and then the notes start to kick in and they get faster; there’s more of them and I’m going…going, until I hold. And then it’s for real, and I’m lost in the music. The piano plinks, the notes connect, the world holds still. I hold my breath.

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