Key Difference

“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.”

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