Poems, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
I was on my way out when I noticed a little box of sheet music, with this book in it. I knew without opening it that I’d be bringing it home. Beautiful.
Do you play? Can you play it? I had Bach assigned every piano lesson of my life I think. Yes, beautiful homework.
I am very out of practice, but yes. Almost. Someday I’ll tell you about my dear old piano teacher, Mrs. Crawford.
"A Round of fiddles playing Bach." --Opening lines of Zukofsky's "A"Great find, William!
Aye, between “A” and “Z” it’s made me one mellow cello.
I read it as "Sunday". Sunday you will tell me. And I flashed to our meeting and smiled. See you then!
Great, Annie! And while you’re at it, why not bring The Chordettes:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p57nf-FvVxw
... what comes our wayno doubt, is calling us ..a find! it's beautiful ...
I think you’re right, Denise. It certainly does feel that way. Thank you!
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