I would give and arm and a leg
To play the piano for you again.
You would lie back on the sofa
And my little fingers would pick out the tune.
Alas my fingers are now too soft
The notes just squiggly shapes
Music beaten out of my life
By choice, or was it compulsion?
They say I am tone deaf, I have no ear
For music. Yet what is the sound
That echoes as the lilting notes of Bolero
Crescendos around my head?
If I could, I would play, I would play
Some Tchaikovsky, maybe Barcarolle
I would sell my soul for one last chance
To have you watch as I rehash those tunes
But my fingers are silent now
The piano long removed
From that room where we once held fort
Our music echoing in its womb.
ipsita banerjee 
Heading to your blog right away. And thank you for the kind words. Oh I’m there in th April A2Z too. http://www.asliverofmoonbeam.blogspot.in. see you around!
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That’s me…
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That was beautiful Ipsita! It had everything – music, memories, and pain! The perfect song of love and longing!
It’s been ages. How have you been?
I’m so upset you’re not participating in the A to Z Blogging Challenge….or are you?
Cheers,
CRD
My theme for this year’s Challenge is “Idiosyncrasies of a Covidiot”
http://scriptedinsanity.blogspot.com/
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That’s me…and I’d love your feedback on the A2Z, trying something new.
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