It was a day of piano
and music
and other things that went on much longer than they were meant to
But neither of us really minded.
She thinks I'm better than I really am
so I do my best to live up that elevation
pretention was in the chords I tried to play.
It was an afternoon of ginger
and tea
and a open windowed room that was meant to be soundproof but wasn't
She'd never heard of The Moody Blues
but neither had I, really

There was only one stool, so we sat
listening endlessly
I made her listen to polka parody and she said
it was okay
she liked it
laughing
I don't know when to stop
She didn't know how to tell me to stop
So it went on
and on
Deirdre likes The Doors and The Who
but I don't think she likes Weird Al much.