Music cells

At school we did music practice in tiny rooms that had once been nuns meditation rooms. There was room for a piano and a person. They weren’t very soundproof and walking down the cloister outside one could hear a cacophony of piano, violin, cello, flute, oboe, etc.

But not from my cell.  I used that time to scribble romantic stories -mainly fantasy – in little notebooks and on scrap paper.  I never got caught.

That is why I scribble and am not a concert pianist.

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