
Overheard in the Home for Retired Musicians
Though 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!
For MVB: Heard
Oh so well written Judy
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Thanks, Sadje. What time is it there?
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It’s 7 in the evening.
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6:57 here. I woke up at 4:30 AM and couldn’t get back to sleep. Blogging is a good fill-in for sleep!
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Very cute. I actually had to give up playing. My wrists are barely able to type and/or process pictures. Drawing AND playing were two more wrist-heavy activities. I had to make decisions and I went with typing and taking pictures. I think I made the right choice, but sometimes I really miss playing.
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Is it arthritis, Marilyn?
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this is greatly written…
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LOL Brilliant!
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🤣 Love it!
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Brilliant
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