I’ll Write a Song

Most people here
make music. Write songs too. Play
an instrument. With a band
or without one. Making music
a way of life. Day jobs aside.
There is always music.

I played perfunctory piano
as a child. Chopin, scales,
what my stern piano teacher required.
He had a number 2 pencil at the ready.
He’d make notes, and I would
awkwardly touch the keys of the big piano
in our living room.

Now that I’ve heard so much music
all week, on the corner, in the store,
in a perfect diner last night called Browns
where Paulette and Duane played DUETTEs,
now though, I’ll write a song.
Maybe even today.

Esther Cohen
Let me tell you why I'm here, and why I hope you'll join me. I am here to poem, to play with words, to tell stories when I can, and to ask you for yours. Words are what I love, how I see, and what I say. Words are how I know my life, and how I find my friends. I'm here to ask you to join me. Right here. To send me your stories, and your poems. And to read mine when you can.

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