Make Beautiful Music

This old gal…

Got a piano…for her seventh birthday…little me loved playing piano…played it all the time…while singing show tunes…and hits from the 70s…took lessons for 8 years…majored in music in college…taught lessons…directed children’s choir…

Old Poole piano following his friend through life changes…boyfriend’s block house…married split foyer…storage during divorce…family farmhouse…tiny rental…Old Pink…Little Cottage…

Looked at new pianos time and again…but none played like Old Poole…none sounded as bright…as Old Poole...contemplated parting with Old Poole…don’t play often…have arthritic fingers…not sure there’s space…for a piano…

But Old Poole endured the journey…and is nestled in a room…perfect for him…for Little Cottage…has no carpet…and high ceilings…and as this old gal was chatting away…she realized…the acoustics…were amazing…

So she played…music from the past…sitting on that beautiful stool…of her grandfather’s…

And Old Poole…sang…sang like he’s never sung before…sweet…mesmerizing …melodious tones…sharing a gift that had always been dulled…by his circumstance…

Old Tattered Poole…has never….sounded more beautiful…

And so it goes…Old Poole and his old piano playing friend…aged…but parts still work…battered…but can still bring joy…worn…but can still make…beautiful music…
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And that husband of mine…agrees…