What a death… what a chance… what a surprise! My will has chosen life?! Still, it has had me spooked, and many others besides.
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I teach piano now in Nelson. George has fashioned me a metal fingertip. I’m quite the town freak… which satisfies.
I am learning to speak. My sound is still so bad I feel ashamed. I practice only when I am alone and it is dark.
At night, I think of my piano in its ocean grave, and sometimes of myself floating above it.
Down there, everything is so still and silent that it lulls me to sleep. It is a weird lullaby, and so it is. It is mine.
– from the motion picture “The Piano”