dear John and Marty

I played my hour of piano last night
~ into the ether, I thought, as the people chattered along.







I like it this way, I admit, although it's a false security ~ someone is always listening, I find.
but meanwhile I'm feeling free and in the zone

so... I start to play beyond them, beyond myself.
I dug deep and broad into Imagine which led me easily into So This Is Christmas, War is Over. as many modulations as I felt, who cares?
I went deeper, I ascended, whatever, wherever whenever.



In My Life,
faces I remember.
some have gone.
I play on...