Stiffened fingers and idled limbs Think I’ve been sitting for too long My tendons hurt as I lift my rooted legs Seems like it’s hard to play the tune despite it’s stuck in my mind Yet, little by little I’ll relearn crawl back as an infant before I could walk like a godly Maestro
Tag: piano
Just For You
I’m just a plain man who never won plaudits And a dreamer who is holding the realm of music, I’m a loser who can’t give you the opulent living which you’re yearning for, My extortionate gift is writing a piano sonata, just for you.
Last Bench Donkey Poetry 