Aria

I sit playing the piano,
Not for me,
But yes, for me, too,
Always for me.

Playing the melody
For you to learn.
You can't read the music,
But you can sing it better
Than anyone I know.

Is this the secret behind the
Saturday theory classes I hated,
While my friends were at the movies,
And I battled with pizzicato and sostenuto?

The sounds of my childhood,
Locked in vinyl time capsules.
Celeste Aida,Vesti la Giubba.
Your voice rattled the chandeliers
In our local catholic church
When you were lifting the choir,
Or drowning it.
Your natural gift
Blessed all of us.