Paul Klee
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Things Found In A Piano
A piano tuner told me what he found in the pianos of mansions along Lake Michigan:
blind mice, business cards of salesman who knocked on doors fifty years
before, a febrile cat, a brassy antique ring that belonged to a dead
debutante. It was surprising, he said, how many people cut their fingernails
while sitting on the bench of a baby grand, how much human
skin drifts over the keys. Once, he removed a sparrow: ten strings cut, the beating of wings like the beating of your heart.
[From "Lost Language" by Faith Shearin]
















