Comfort
When I was young I had a private music teacher
Madame Cupery
She lived across THE lane in another part of THE village
I donT remember much of her
I cant remember if I ever touched her
Did I ever Hug her?
I really cannot recall her smell
People always have all sorts of sensitive, comfortable memories
Warm memories they can Breathe to live again
Not me.
I can see her from a distance
I see her now sitting next to me
In another Seat in THE musichall by Herman Hertzberger thirtyseven years ago
Her fingers demanding THE ivory strips to produce sounds
She made warm waterbaths for my frozen fingers in wintertimes
And compliments About my technique
More feelings Mijnske give iT more
I still love her abundantly
When I was young I had a private music teacher
Madame Cupery
She lived across THE lane in another part of THE village
I donT remember much of her
I cant remember if I ever touched her
Did I ever Hug her?
I really cannot recall her smell
People always have all sorts of sensitive, comfortable memories
Warm memories they can Breathe to live again
Not me.
I can see her from a distance
I see her now sitting next to me
In another Seat in THE musichall by Herman Hertzberger thirtyseven years ago
Her fingers demanding THE ivory strips to produce sounds
She made warm waterbaths for my frozen fingers in wintertimes
And compliments About my technique
More feelings Mijnske give iT more
I still love her abundantly
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