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[cross-posted to getyourwordsout]

“Have you taken advantage of the piano that’s out in the common room?”

“No.”

“And why is that?”

“Because that’s not what I’m here for. I can do that at home.”

“But you aren’t at home.”

“Your point?”

“I want you to try something today. When you have free time, I want you to sit at the piano and not play. I think you use the notes to cover everything up, the same way you use a razor blade.”

Lang stared down at the keyboard cover on the old upright grand piano. The finish had worn off in places. She wondered how many patients had sat just as she was. How many other broken humans had opened the cover and laid their fingers on the keys?

It was an older Yamaha, but she had been listening to another patient plunk out Chopsticks the other day and knew the piano had been maintained over the years. There was not a single note out of tune. It reminded her less of her old piano and more of the one in her high school’s band room. The one she learned to play on.

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