Moth Girl seems compelled to play the piano, much like a moth must fly to lights at night. Playing the piano is such a gift and for some it was a gift that came from much hard work. Today's poem by Diane Wakoski can be read in its entirety at Poetry Foundation.
Thanking My Mother for Piano LessonsBY DIANE WAKOSKIThe relief of putting your fingers on the keyboard,as if you were walking on the beachand found a diamondas big as a shoe;as ifyou had just built a wooden tableand the smell of sawdust was in the air,your hands dry and woody;as ifyou had eludedthe man in the dark hat who had been following youall week;the reliefof putting your fingers on the keyboard,playing the chords ofBeethoven,Bach,Chopin...
More of the poem at Poetry Foundation.
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