Player Piano

If I admire or miss a person, I imagine that I am playing the piano. The person is nearby and is impressed. The person loves me because I am playing the piano so well. I am always wearing a beautiful dress.

It is a daily dream. Different people. Faraway people. People who do not remember me.

Somehow, if they could only hear me play, I would be forgiven for whatever I have done to make them go away.

If I could wear a beautiful dress...