Rehearsal

A little girl playing piano in front of an open window. Outside the streets were wet with rain. The name of the tune was either “I’ve Swallowed the Seed of Seduction” or “Lost in an Imaginary Funerary Complex.” The sun was going down through the lilac bushes, and yet I couldn’t turn away. I was planted there until she ran off to bed. I can still hear everything I’ve ever heard, which might wind up being nothing at all.