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Inspired by Watching Frank Glazer Rehearse
When I grow old
I want to be a concert hall
Always carrying music
filling my insides
bouncing out
of the windows of my soul.
My eyes will begin
to argue with my brain
and the two will grow slowly estranged
My ears will forget high pitches
lose their grasp on distant sounds
My voice will grow heavy
laden down with years of use
staggering slowly under the weight.
Still-
As long as my hands remain nimble
As long as my fingers can still move the keys
The music will spill out of my soul and cry out-
I am here!
I am alive!
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iseeyousee...
Such a wonderful piece.
And I thought you should know that both Frank and I read it at the same time, just now. Frank loved it. Was so touched by your words. (And, truth be known, he was amazed that you wrote this WHILE he was playing and before you spoke with him. "How did she do that?" he asked. He is not a big user of the Internet."
Thanks for this. I feel ill-suited to offer you advice on your next step with this. Frank had this one thought, he suggested that you change the word "hit." Frank says: "I never would tell a student to hit a key. I might tell them to hug the key." He suggests perhaps, move the keys. He admits, "that's the best I can come up with right now."
He extends his thanks for this and for your interest in speaking with him.
cheerio,
gg
I like move quite a lot, actually.
Tell Frank thank you for the suggestion, and for speaking with me.
And thank you for the feedback, and for setting me up to talk to him! He's a pretty amazing person.
icuc
isee...
will do. glad you liked his suggestion. And thanks so much for making his day.
cheers,
gg