The Music Not In Me

I admit it. I’ve got no rhythm…musically speaking, nada. The flaw basic. I could not count. Time invariably  lost on me.

Music does not flow from my singing soul to my brain through this old heart to eager fingers.   Years of piano lessons did nothing to improve my musical talent.  It must have had something to do with the math involved in counting  as a means of keeping time.  I cannot, put simply,  count.

But I love pianos.  Will sit and play scales on almost any piano I pass.  Which is why I love this pound for pianos in San Francisco. To save these beloved pieces for additional use is inspiring on many levels. Seeing all those uprights and spinnets and players reminds me of my love for poetry and the rhythms found in words placed one after the other in the musical cadence of song.

What do you think about when you see a piano or hear one played?  Do you play the piano?  Or own one?  Would you rescue one of the Piano Pound’s charmers?  Or do you have one that you wonder what will become of it one day?

Take pen in hand and write about your piano thoughts.  What thoughts do those old keys unlock?   Here is my initial thought:

Stalwart troubadours

Fingering the keys of memory

Timeless notes

Handed, pounded down

Write what comes to your mind.  What is locked up in your piano?  What music waits for you?  Write.

Write right now.

 

This is the link to the pound in case my hyperlink isn’t working properly. http://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/san-franciscos-piano-pound-seeks-homes-for-orphaned-pianos

 

 

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About Taylor Collins

Taylor writes in fragments - journals incessantly – the sea a recurring theme. She blogs and works on three writing projects at the moment. She was selected to read a twitter poem, written during National Poetry month, for the “Tell Me More” NPR program in 2011. A day diary was selected for publication in Water Cooler Diaries published in 2008 (De Capo Press). She recently completed a small chapbook, a 12-part poem entitled Flame. Taylor receives “real” rejection letters now – a sure sign her work is being read. She paints and writes in her studio/gallery -- Parke Green Galleries located on the site where the US Constitution was first ratified. She spends time thinking when deep thoughts surface. Taylor leads a rather dry life on the ocean she's tossed about on. Be sure to visit her if you're ever in the state that started our nation. Cheers!

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