“I just don’t understand,”
Pete whined out aloud.
His playing was bland.
Worse; it was bad and loud.
“I played perfect yesterday.”
He sat in the living room
jabbing his fingers on keys.
Face down and clouded with gloom.
He sniffled; wiped his snot on his sleeve.
“That’s the way life swings,
son,” his dad said with a smile.
“You know your gifts change each day.”
Pete shook his head in denial.
“I played perfect at church too! Today!”
“Son, pianos and organs are two different things.”