A: Amusical: Tone Deaf

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.  

4 Comments Add yours

  1. Anonymous says:

    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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    1. ipsyb says:

      That’s me…

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  2. CRD says:

    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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    1. ipsyb says:

      That’s me…and I’d love your feedback on the A2Z, trying something new.

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