She might be old
The sheet music holder broken
A couple of keys out of whack
Her tone a bit askew
But these aging fingers remember the feel of her shiny keys
From when my hands were small

She might be old
The sheet music holder broken
A couple of keys out of whack
Her tone a bit askew
But these aging fingers remember the feel of her shiny keys
From when my hands were small


A party Tailored to celebrate my 1917 Parlor Grand Steinway around ten years ago. (Me in the middle)
I didn’t know about these gems until I took piano lessons a while back. After my teacher refurbished her piano, she gave me the piano guts she would never need again. But I needed these beautiful wooden treasures that made a piano work. I took an entire box then pondered what to do with them–the action/repetitions inside a piano.
Anyway, from them, I made “The Painter”

Note: This is why I’m a packrat, damnit, and I’m sticking to it!! 🙂

The virtuous Meta, misled to the wrong “boarding house,” has been offered a job. A the bordello!
Smiles, genuine and kind, surrounded me. Never in my life had I met others who so easily accepted a bookworm like myself and appreciated my talent as a pianist. I was a grown woman capable of making independent decisions. Besides, I came here to Discover a world full of new possibilities.
I swallowed my apprehension, hoping I wasn’t about to make a grave mistake. The brothel madam continued smiling, her expression framed with hope.
I unhinged the teeth biting my tongue. “Do you think we could have the piano tuned?”
From The Last Bordello.

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
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.