Were I Konstancja Gladkowska
Being new to playing piano
I would take my practice book from inside the bench, and perform all my childish tunes, starting on Page 1
You would appear behind me, as an irascible Grand Duke
Rope my hair up in your hand, making a thick cord to tug, and then
Mouth my neck
My playing would falter languidly, and transcend itself like a wishful Nocturne
While your hand on my shoulder, with equal magic, makes cloth disappear
We go to write a wicked number
Afterward, we destroy the score, and then
Send it aloft, like wrinkles from a sheet
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Author's Note
While recently gazing at a full moon, I wished once again that my mother had forced me to continue piano lessons. Perhaps I could have become a lover to someone like Chopin. Konstancja was one of Chopin's classmates.
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I like this, Grey. What's fun about it is how it builds from childish tunes practiced on a piano - which could get a bit tedious and discouraging for a beginner - to a full blown creative act. It's the build that makes it. Nice. And hot! -- Q
Hi, Quenby. Glad you enjoyed my little piano fantasy. I don't even have long hair.
Alright! Yes! The enthusiast has a grand perspective on all good things. Loved this piece.
This reminded me of one of my favorite movies, The Piano, in which Harvey Keitel makes love to Holly Hunter while she is at the keyboard. If you have not seen it, I hope you will for it is filled with longing (your favorite emotion, you once said).