October 7, 2010
By , Pinckney, MI
My life is music and it is my life, The old wooden finish and chipped keys. Fingers flying across the board hitting every note perfectly. Dusty and dry with a broken petal, the stool about to break. Playing a song I know by heart, My song.

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R. Moxie said...
Oct. 19, 2010 at 8:59 pm
Grace-- nice job-- short and to the point-- :)
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