Overheard in the Home for Retired Musicians
I’m stymied by your crepitus. Your embouchure’s divine.
If you don’t have your own tune, would you harmonize with mine?
Your tonality is breathtaking, your rhythm right on beat.
Your syncopation’s perfect. I fear I can’t compete.
As we play, our joints keep time. My knees snap, crackle, pop.
If our music were to lead to love, you’d have to be on top!
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
This is both hilarious and endearing! I wish them the best.
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As do I, fictional character that they are….
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Haha! Excellent take.
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Gotta give them credit for sticking in there! Music is one great way to stay young.
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Thanks, Sadje.
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Toe-tapping delight.
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I love it.
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Not the first time I’ve learned a word or two from you–crepitus and embouchure. Enjoyed this!
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I had to look up crepitus from the prompts. I’d never heard it, either. Embouchure I knew from playing the saxophone.
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