Octaves from you
absentmindedly practice
two, no three times a week
Wonder what kind of man Beethoven was
perhaps he took his children to The Nutcracker
Sharp, stern, scary
flat monotone voice
eyes that used to twinkle
now black as the keys
count with me
the number of missed recitals
do not bang or hit
gentle bird cage fingers
a whole note mother
a missing note father
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