Halfway through “Moonlight Sonata,”
I stop using the foot pedals,
Lest I trample chubby fingers, exploring.
Then those hands played bass,
While I kept going, doggedly,
Through Beethoven’s lyricism.
It wasn’t the normal sound, this new
Constant rumble underneath
Familiar patterns. But it was
Companionable. If God is at work,
I wonder if we sometimes come and
Play bass, changing the plan.
If so, he must laugh at the silliness of
Our music, together. And feel
Happy we’re playing with him.
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