If i find my way how much will i find?
Some man came to stroke her keys and teach us to move the notes like a latter. Up and down up and down was all we played. We played a straight line like the teacher told us. But a straight line misses so much. We wanted the curves of a branch and the peddles of a flower, those are the shapes that held musical power. We were made to forget the ballroom dance of the trees and the stars and we were made deaf to the laughter of the stories above our heads. I guess that’s what straight lines do. So we never played music again.