My stick fingers click with a snicker
And, chuckling, they knuckle the keys;
Light-footed, my steel feelers flicker
And pluck from these keys melodies.
My paper can caper; abandon
Is broadcast by dint of my din,
And no man or band has a hand in
The tones I turn on from within.
At times I’m a jumble of rumbles,
At others I’m light like the moon,
But never my numb plunker fumbles,
Misstrums me, or tires a new tune.

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Robert L. Martin
plus de 4 ans

Sometimes I can play beautifully and sometimes I stumble. It's all in the mind, and relies on confidence, or lack there of it. I'm a pianist also.

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