Monday, September 21, 2015

the observer

Sometimes when playing these solo piano gigs, 
from the corner of my eye I'll sense someone 
really paying attention...just enthralled, 
hanging on every note. It's often a curvy woman, 
just staring intently. I'll start performing just for 
that person in my mind, and I'll kick it up a notch. 
And they keep on paying attention! Eventually, 
I'll summon some boldness and turn and 
look right at the figure! That's when I realize that 
what I thought was a person is actually a potted plant,
or a vase, or a column, or water pitchers on a table. 
It happens all the time. Been meaning to tell you.

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