The Harpsichord

On the plastic bulletin on the wall of school
Inquiries were being done to sell her harpsichord?
She had stated to me, that she hated them, her last one
Given as a gift to the university, a handcrafted one costing her a bundle.
Looking toward the back room was her baby grand
With huge microphones coming to the metal wires, she would play
For her friends at a birthday luncheon.
The student there came out from the back
When she heard “mandolin” and said her father loved playing it
The harpsichord seller was a old stocky lady needing a violinist and
A very large pink birthday cake to place in her open dinning table.
The husband looked in a very anti festive mood and left slamming the door!
She had gone to the university making inquiries for a violinist
But there had been no talk of compensations, though knowing
More notes than the instrument can ever play?
She was very upset the pen she signed to sell her harpsichord
Wrote only in green and wished for a black which had quickly arrived!
I had told her that I was always been into Glen Gould
As she quickly rushed us to the door with a mighty clang.
The harpsichord stood there in the empty room,
As no glimmer of light enter from the enclose,
It stood silent for some person to play in lost reveries
In an open room full of light, thru inspiration of days.

From Stationary to Jewels

Well, when I am around here I don't do too much of my own writings, but I sure love reading around, very seldom do I like a blog, certainly not the long ones. I use brown or violet because that is my pen colors of Noodlers I use most.

I live thirty minutes from the beach but went this weekend to visit a friend who is retired who has been playing piano since she was fourteen. She looks graceful with her white hair and is so energetic. She use to be my high school music teacher. I never lost contact with her and had the phone always in my phonebook. She use to play cello and violin but has given it up and wants to sell her cello. Only has the piano over looking the window to the front garden. It is near Bal Harbor. I went there after I went to Mass at Father Alberto Curtie very near there. Then I went to Bal Harbor Shopping Center. I didn't see Jimmy Osternberg( Iggy Pop) lives around here. I didn't get to shop there, like I use to, for the Gap and Banana Republic aren't there, they want more expensive stores. For some time time have had goldfish in the pools that they didn't have before, which is a plus. The fountain pen, Stationary Store has been gone for almost a decade, things have changed since I use to come here during high school, there is mostly jewelry stores and guards, not many before. From stationary to jewels, rather have paper and pen. If one would have one or the other, couldn't select both, which would it be?(paper includes these computers)can't cheat and say, I will type it, I will type it too? no, it definitely be paper and pen for me( includes type) reminds me of King Midas.

An Act of Kindness

As I was leaving the University there was a girl who stopped her yellow Volkswagen Beetle and she was talking on the cellphone:a turtle was crossing the road and she wanted to remove it. Aimlessly, the others unconscious drivers passing it by underneath without smashing it. She was at removing it so I didn't go out too. I remember a day of great rain, flooding when a turtle came up to my room, brought it to the natural reserve, which I would go often at that time.