She twice invited me to play. Still I would not have, in fear of imposing, timid in that house where everything dwarfed me and I was so easily lost. But I went to see it. The gleaming grand Piano in the towering grand room. And I was more afraid than before. So beautiful. How could I touch that? But I did, I was, I was touching one key - and another - and I sat; and at the Piano I forgot everything I did not want to remember. I am not afraid. I could have played for the Queen on that Piano. Because everything resounding from those strings would be beautiful. Even the wrong notes would fit in and become right.I only know that it was daylight when I came there, and when I touched a last, perfect note that did not seem mine, the night had fallen and soft lights were lit. Last night I fell in love with a Piano. And it almost seems like the first time that has happened.
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