They gave me a piano
pale blue, a baby grand.
I practised on it
ker plunk,
ker plink.
They said I was good
and suggested piano lessons.
Because they said I could, I took
piano lessons.
She was Scottish, the piano teacher,
she would make drop scones at the drop of a chord.
I wrote a piece, she played it.
It bore no resemblance
to what I believed I had written.
Polly Robinson © 2012
23/12/2012 at 13:44
The piano is one instrument I wish I had been able to learn. Really enjoyed this. The scones sound delicious. Smiled when I saw that hers sounded nothing like you had written…
23/12/2012 at 15:22
The scones were better than my playing, Bren ~ smiles ~
23/12/2012 at 14:04
Oops. Well, at least you gave it a shot.
I played piano for years. Now my poor piano sits silent, so many other things competing for my time. Sigh.
23/12/2012 at 15:22
I played piano ~ not terribly well ~ for years too ~ same *sigh* and reasons for …
23/12/2012 at 21:26
This could be a precursor to “First Love” – a few years earlier. And with a different piano teacher. I kinda like the idea of the piano and the playing being revisited at different stages in life….
23/12/2012 at 21:46
Exactly that, I guess … well, who knows, it could be a recurring theme yet
24/12/2012 at 16:50
Aw … this is so sweet
And I love that the piano was blue. Wow you really stirred a lot of piano lesson memories. I feel a short story coming on 
Wishing a wonderful Christmas to all! And Peace on Earth. XXOO
24/12/2012 at 16:54
I thought all pianos were blue for some time, then I saw Liberaces!!
Same to you, dear Ann, and to Leo too ~ see you in the New Year!
xxooxx
26/12/2012 at 02:21
That’s so cute that you thought all pianos were blue
I got to see Liberace’s pianos at his museum in Vegas. Lots of bling! 
XO to you too!
26/12/2012 at 09:10
Bet it had the candleabras on it too! How fabulous
26/12/2012 at 04:42
A blue piano…and dreams! What a great possibility!
26/12/2012 at 09:11
Oh yes, Marylin … the parents thought I’d be a concert pianist (!) heh-heh …