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The Notes Sadly Vanish
Oh, how the music drew me once
a cadence with my own
the perfect pitch, the unison,
the harmony of tone.
But change of keys, a sharper chord
A melody postponed
That left behind a requiem
of death from whence it’s grown
I LOVE ANNE LAMOTT! Thank you for this post!
This give us “paws”
THOUGHT AVENUE: Speak your mind

Animals of all kinds can bring us so much joy, not only when things are going well, but also when we feel pain and are suffering.
Are you an animal lover? I know I am. And although a penguin (and definitely a cute one indeed) is on my featured quote, I am and will always remain a dog lover at heart! Since I was a little child, these amiable canines which we knowingly call “man’s best friend” always have a special place in my heart. They’ve been part of my family and receive the same amount of love and affection as I give each of my human family members. Â
Having said that, I would also want to stress that not just dogs but actually any of our beloved pets can be called “Man’s best friend”. Why? Because they remain true and faithful companions through thick and thin…
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Yesterday, while looking for something else, I found a poem I had written to celebrate my new-old parlor grand Steinway. Today, serendipitously or not, I received a FB post from a friend who remembered the party and sent me this picture! The party was 16 years ago so I’m a few years older now. 🙂

left to right: two of our friends, me in center, my hubby, and Will, our fabulous pianist for the evening. He is also the one who rented the Rolls Royce for picture taking.
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Is Life Not Sacred?

Deep beneath unhallowed ground
The coffin flies await
Their hunger grows, discerning not,
Twixt  sinners
And mere Saints.Â
-CDW

I found a treasure instead. My piano, “Three-Legged Dog”, a 1917 parlor-grand Steinway piano, helped me write this poem for her coming-out, coming home party in 2000.
We celebrated her arrival in 1920’s costume and music.
She was born in Chicago in 1917, went to New York, was renovated, and settled in my living room many decades later.
So, here she is, my Three-Legged Dog, sharing her poem.
(I would scan the original  poem but, I’m happy to say, red wine stains cover some of the words. So I’ve retyped.)

Well, I’ve seen a lot of changesÂ
many looks on many faces
But I’m wondering what you think of me tonight.
So I stand here in my glory
many years and many stories
And I hope to shed for you a little light.
So looking back, we’re sorting
we begin the process courting
of a kinship to discover varied pasts
And I hope that you will find me
just a little more enlightening
than the accumulation of years gone by too fast.
My insides renovated
many hands participated
in the making of this body – Parlor Grand
I’ve been sheltered, I’ve been trampled
left behind and gently sampled
But I’m balanced on these three legs where I stand.
Have you seen me at my low times
or my even just-for-show times?
Can you tell when I need company by sight?
Let me do some rearrangingÂ
’cause the times, they keep on changing
So I’m wondering what you think of me tonight.
In front of you I’m standing
so proud of parlor granding
and though it seems you haven’t known me very long
I’ll keep us entertainingÂ
for the years that are remaining
’cause the bond I have with you is very strong.
So, I’ll be here ready for you
and I’ll try hard not to bore you
I’m  lucky and I thank the stars above
And I’ll be open, you will hear me
it’s my fortune if you’re near me —
CD-W, 10-24-2000
(or is this me I’m really speaking of?)


The dream that inspired The Last Bordello.