Pianissimist.

Dig it out, dig it in, press the pedals, punch the keys, churn the melody, it comes back so easy. It always does the first day, such a tease. Go back tomorrow and the fingers will fumble, and there’s no way you go back on the third day, no way. Not facing that beast again. Not when someone might be listening. No way.

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