I used to hear the harmony
in my head back when I sang alto like a natural
calling out the flat notes
made me feel savvy and capable.
I also played these notes on the upright piano my parents had rented for me
it’s how I fell in love with music, humming melancholic melodies to myself at night
but I loved the style of this upright as much as I loved the idea my mother went to the expense of having her daughter study music
tutored by nuns, no less
when I practiced, I hoped that despite the din and effervescent undercurrent in our house, the sweet sounds I made reached my father’s ears and heart
with conscientious discipline,
I perched on the antique stool
practiced hours for the spring musical performance
tunes from “The King and I” played
without an ill-spent note
though I could have evoked a little more fourth-grade passion
and not have worried so much about the lofty manner by which I dreamed piano
taking the stage
in my new nylon stockings
kitten heels
fancy flowered dress
applause that made me feel like a rising, singing star