Alison Matte

Piano

Every Monday I go to piano lessons.
I leave right after school always in a hurry.
My mother is ready to pick me up
And every time I thank her for taking the time,
To come and pick me up from school.
 
Piano lessons help me relax,
They calm me down if I am mad,
I work on scales and go quicker every time,
Until I am in my piano ‘mode’.

When playing the piano,
I am in my little bubble,
No one can talk to me about anything else,
Only my piano teacher can give me advice,
But if somebody talks to me,
I am out of my ‘bubble’ and have to restart.
 
I look forward to Mondays,
Because even if it is a stressful day,
I go to piano and unwind,
Stop thinking about school,
And my brain goes in a whirl of music.

When I do not have piano for a week,
My week feels empty,
It feels funny like if something was missing,
And I never know why it is so difficult,
To go a week without piano.





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