— Judy Sandretto
Every morning I sit at the piano.
My music books are in front of me
and the pages are yellow.
They are brittle from age.
I move my fingers on the ivory keys.
I have been playing Chopin
for quite a while now
and the music is very sad.
I need to make a change.
I think I will play a waltz
A Viennese waltz.
Then I will waltz with my puppy
and my puppy will lick my face.
On Sunday I will play a drum.
I used to march with my children
with wooden spoons and pots from the kitchen.
We marched in front of a mirrored wall
and then we marched all through the house.
We marched and we laughed and the music was loud.
sometimes I miss the richness of those days.
Next week there will be something different.
No sonatas for a while or nocturnes or preludes
No mazurkas, waltzes or two part inventions.
I want to learn some blues.
This is funny I think because
I know it would make me happy to play the blues.
It will be a new chapter in my musical journey
and that is good.