play me!

My idea of growing old involves a helluva lotta piano-ing…
there’s this Anne Sexton poem that goes…”and the music swims back to me…” and I imagine whence I’m old, it will-

Walking around Oak Cliff the other day I found this beauty. Pianos around me don’t need begging to be played…

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