With the abundance of days,
a true existence is never far
for an honest person—

only twenty years away
or a page

if you’re lucky.

But as a piano teacher is not a pianist—
let alone a composer,
especially if their instrument,
crammed into the corner of the room,
is reduced to a mere flowerpot stand—

a man is only as humane.

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