“Don’t let me down—make sure you practice!”
He says sternly and points at the piano.
I smile and nod, inwardly protesting,
and wondering whatever I’ll do for 3 hours
3 hours each day practicing classical piano.
Somehow I must have gotten that wrong.
What’ll I do?
What’ll I do, when all I want to do
is play Debussy till my legs are sore from
flutter pedal and holding the una corda.
All I want to do is
play guitar, and sing, and brew tea and light a candle outside.
What’ll I do when all I want to do is
read Pippi Longstocking, Longfellow, Crime and Punishment—
whenever I want to.
What’ll I do? I’ll do what I want to do—
Because life is far too short to do
what everyone else wants me to do.
There will only be so many sunsets.