When I was seventeen I began piano lessons. The sounds lightened the heavy tapestries that we hadn’t the heart to remove. I learned to play Greensleeves and Stairway to Heaven. Sometimes the teacher   would reach around my shoulders, his very existence ran through his fingers  into my hands.  Once we played Misty and my heart beat so hard against the walls of my chest that I lost my balance for the first time.  Later he  swooped into my dreams and like wild birds we took to the sky, the teacher and I.

 

59 thoughts on “Misty”

      1. Yeah! I live over a place where musicians jam at least once a week…late at night…. of course. It’s so loud, i can’t hear myself think, and I wouldn’t have it any other way!
        No wonder you like Lady Anne. She was inspired by a musician. 😀 ❤

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  5. I tried to learn violin but struggled my guitar is better even though I struggle at times to to wrap my hand around the fret board.

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  10. Naughty? If a man wrote this it would not be considered naughty. men can write whatever they want and it’s fine but a woman’s writing will be judged. The double standard is not acceptable. Welcome to the real world.

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    1. Hey! I meant it in a good way. I liked what you wrote. I guess I used the wrong term. I was just trying to be a little playful. I really apologise. I never meant any offence.

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      1. Nice. Au clair de la lune is one of the few I still remember. (And Le pont d’Avignon) I’ve been getting our grandson used to the piano. (A keyboard really). Just so he can start understanding notes and sounds. Press here. That is a Do. 😉

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