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William Matthews - Piano Lessons
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Sometimes the music is locked 
in the earth`s body, matter- 
of-fact, transforming itself. 

So our work could seem useless, 
even tautological, as if music 
were weather, as if there were never 

practice, finger-oil on the keys, 
dust in the curtains like the silence 
that hates music, parents 

to disappoint, small frauds the teacher is paid 
to endure but endures for her own 
reasons. But the garbled, ill- 

believed hymns rise from the piano 
on payments. And any God I care for 
rakes them in and loves them, 

though I don`t want to hear 
the jokes God makes to love them 
unless I be one of those jokes.
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