The pianist couldn’t read music. I could
Read the fear on his face when a line
Of notes stared him down. He knew
Each distinct sound of a b c d e f g
Major sharp flat. How pleasant the sound
Of a planned life. Few are improvisers
Most want the safety of another
Composer’s melodies carefully written out.
Performers envy the composer’s genius
Their ability to create sound coming
From within filling the empty chest.
Careful planning equals mistakes equals
Diversions along the way. Planners don’t
Ride the music like he did, let it take them
In any direction. Planners follow
A predetermined course, that doesn’t sound
As fulfilling as the feeling his playing created
Of right time, right place, right here.
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