Pianoforte
I miss having a piano around. I haven’t touched a keyboard in years. My first piano was an old thing, bought used—quite likely twice or three times over. It was a mahogany-hued upright piano with a godawful amber-colored plastic covering that looked like cheap decorative glass. I remember pieces of that plastic monstrosity falling off as we drove home with the piano riding in a U-Haul trailer behind us. There I was, nine years old, looking out the back window…