23 febbraio 2007

Poem about 14 hands high

I am apprehensive. it is like when I
played piano. first I learned to
read music and then at one point I
no longer needed to translate the notes:
they went directely to my hands. after a
while I stopped playing and when I
started again I found I could not play by
instinct and I had forgotten how
to read music.
F.W.
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