Art by Bob Gregory
He arrived to me late
I mean: his body was here
at the bench
feet on the floor
hands on piano
but the soul –somewhere else.
Sort of – his dad:
the computer he worked on
while the boy has been studying
was forgotten.
I offered the magazine
at the sofa.
No notebook with homework
No second book with new songs.
The student played well
the part of the homework song
though…
-Are you playing every day as we talked?
-No.
-Have you included the piano study in your
schedule? (me trying to stay calm)
-Not yet.
-What are you doing after school?
-A homework.
-Do you know that the right hemisphere of
brain responsible for music and math, left – for language? So playing piano after
school could be beneficial for your growth, nice change for the brain, feeling-good
experience.
- Oh?- thinking.
Who knows? Will he try?
At the door I thank him
for bringing the head
at the shoulders.
Laughing…
All of it reminds of Gianni Rodari
fiction story about the boy
who loosing his body parts
along the way;
they being delivered to his mom
at home by strangers.
At the end of the day
she needs just put pieces
together. Light assembly required.
Sigh.
Did I just watch my reflection?..
