II. My mother loves playing the piano.
III. My mother loves playing the piano, a beautiful thing.
IV. My mother reads sheet music to play the piano.
V. Sheet music is a beautiful thing.
A. The lines look like harp strings.
B. The treble clef looks like a cursive "S."
C. The bass clef looks like an earring and two drops of blood.
1. When I am sixteen I will get my ears pierced and I may bleed.
D. The C-clef looks like a saloon door from the old movies,
E. The notes look like minnows caught in the puddles beside the river.
1. I pinch minnows between my fingers and pop them like grapes.
2. Their outsides and their insides are smooth.
F. There are many kinds of rests and they are beautiful.
1. The minim looks like a bowler hat.
2. The crotchet looks like a lightning bolt.
3. The quaver, semiquaver, demisemiquaver, and hemidemisemiquaver look like holly
branches with berries on them.
VI. My mother has beautiful hands.
A. My mother has long fingers.
B. My mother can reach an octave on the piano.
C. My mother knows where to touch.
VII. My mother moves beautifully when she plays the piano.
A. My mother bows her head like she is at church.
VIII. My mother is a saint or an angel, maybe both.
IX. I touch people by touching them.
X. My mother touches people who are too far away too touch.
A. I have proof.
XI. In concert halls my mother touches people so they have to stand up and applaud.
A. I stand up because my mother is beautiful.
XII. Even people who are far away, in the back seats of the balcony, stand up.
XIII. My mother touches people by raising her hands, setting them down, and pressing the keys.
XIV. My mother touches strangers
XV. My mother cannot touch me.
XVI. No.
A. It is not my mother's fault.
XVII. I cannot be touched.
XVIII. I cannot understand my mother's beauty.
A. Mother, what is sound?
B. What is pitch?
1. What is harmony?
2. What is melody?
C. What is volume?
1. What is forte?
2. What is mezzo-piano?
3. What is sotto voce?
4. What is crescendo?
XVIII. I cannot make the beauty that my mother makes.
A. She smiles when I sit at the piano.
B. She asks me to stop if I play too long.
1. I could play for hours, trying to be her.
2. I could play from sunrise to sunset.
3. I could play for one entire day.
C. She says it is loud.
1. In music, this is called fortissimo.
D. She says the sounds do not match.
1. The word for this is cacophony.
XX. My mother loves beautiful things.
XXI. My mother does not love unbeautiful things.
XXII. I am not beautiful.
XXIII. My mother does not love me.