You used to play the piano, as a child,
but gradually you left its keys behind,
as grownup duties and adventures piled,
and it receded from your life and mind.
You didn’t have the piano anymore,
and an electronic substitute was lame
because it had less keys and they were poor:
pressed hard or not, they’d always sound the same.
Though skills for playing piano are forgotten,
they could return as when you ride a bike
you recollect the riding skills you’ve gotten,
and you’d learn many others that you’d like.
You’ve left behind your childhood of toys
but need not leave the piano and its joys.
Mario A. Pita