Time

So much to do. So little time.

This metronome used to sit on my Maternal Grandfather's piano as I practiced bashing the keys.

Not that I was ever any good nor did I even keep any sort of time.

Turned out the only musical bone in my body is in my inner ear.

Designed to listen to other, more talented people, play music.

The bones in my fingers were destined for a different kind of keyboard.

Never mind. I do remember those days sitting at that walnut upright. A beautiful piece it was too. And I'm sure it was capable of producing lovely music.

Until I got my fingers on it that is.