I showed my grandmother my keyboard
she took six years' of lessons when she was younger.
Her fingers found the keys -
she could still read -
just enough
just a little.
I pulled out my flute-piano duet book
she found fumbling chords and shaky notes
I played the way I play
not my best
it didn't have to be.
We played together
my grandfather singing
humming along
this is what makes music so special.
It's fun by yourself
but it brings people together
sharing it with people you love.
It connected my grandma
with her weathered hands on the keys
playing along when she knew how to
somehow always staying on track
to me
the intermediate.
"So this is what you do now"
she said
"Music".
"Yes."
Your granddaughter
is a musician.
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