Chapter 1: Return
Fingers dancing,
Fumbling,
Tripping through half-forgotten music.
Treble prancing,
Bass tumbling
In song recalled without a lyric.
—
This sound revisits me
From hours of childhood melody,
Touch of black and ivory.
Sister sets old talent free.
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