She
would play the piano
whenever
someone hinted
at
national anthems.
For
years she practised the French
the
Dutch, the Greek, hesitantly the Russian
though
they never seemed to differ much.
It
was Bill, she said, Bill taught her
and sent her the musical notes from beyond
evening
after evening or after months of silence.
It
was then she tried her own songs
national
anthems in their own way
melodies
from countries still to be discovered.
In
times of happy communication
Bill
being back on the air
she
would predict the future
for
a few pennies more.
©C.A.
Klok
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