memorial for a brilliant woman

Monday, July 23, 2007

Playing improvisation on the piano gives me almost as much pleasure as writing a great poem- though it's usually easier to tell immediately with the piano- sometimes a poem has to grow, stretch, figure out what it wants to be when it grows up.

My fingers make contact with the keys and everything falls into place- for both poetry and music.

magic, or something mighty like it.

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