Just Like My Teacher Always Said

For those who feel repressed and have the feeling that they can't express their own self.

She sat at the piano,

The grand black piano,

Her fingers curved,

Her back straight,

Her head high,

Like her teacher always said,

And pressed the keys lightly,

Pianisimo,

Just like her teacher always said.

 

She played soft at first,

Her fingers singing along

With the light, flighty notes.

She played

Harder

Faster
Stronger

Banging the black and white keys her fingers flying along as if they were on fire sweat beading her brow her forehead wrinkled in concentration her eyes bright and wild and alive…

…

She played a soft melody,

Like her teacher always said.

Soft and slow,

Perfect and pretty,

Just like her

Teacher

                        Always

                                    Said.

Author's Note

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