The x-rays say I'm fine.
I can't practice my guitar.
I can't type all day.
I can't cross stitch.
I can't hand write.
I can't carry anything heavy.
I'm a lefty...this sucks.
Or not.
I choose joy.
This week, watch the video above and be your own
experiment. (Yes, please, do share!)
Music Remembered
Mozart dances a scale
Doe (a dear a female deer)
Rae (drop of golden sun)
Mi (a name I call my self)
Our fingers float, stumblingLong remembered melodies
Fa (a long, long way to run)
So (a needle pulling thread)
Mostly forgotten betweenTwitches, tears, and years
La (a note that follows so)
Ti (a drink with jam and bread)
Fingers fly across smooth, cool keys
A trill: Gently rocking
An upscale: Thumb
swinging under to F
A cool grand arpeggio addsThe rumbling bass
pinky finding high C
The strings echo the chorus
A downscale:
Tallman swinging over,
resting on E
We swell to a forte song of joyWith pianissimo pain and
Into andante giggles
thumb finding home on middle C
All we need do is listen
(that will bring us back to) Doe
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