Ten minutes to write. Less time to read.

I’ve been working on playing the original score of Chopin’s Waltz for a couple months. I don’t particularly like it, just as I didn’t like “Moonlight Sonata,” but there is so much to be learned from these pieces that I persist. In Chopin’s case, it’s the fingering in various measures.

I have a small hand, which makes things beyond octaves difficult. Chopin doesn’t care. I researched the internet and learned Chopin didn’t have a very large hand either, but he made the most of what he had. Which is why he cavorts all over the piano. I’m not good at cavorting.

Tomorrow I go for my monthly piano lesson, and I’ll play the Chopin piece and ask for more time to make it better. And I believe I can. Will never cavort, but can at least trill.