boston Yu's grand piano 1994 - 5

July 1994, my dear friend Yu kindly invited me to stay at her place in Boston. This is a huge mansion, with a beautiful grand piano. It was hay fever allergies season. My asthma, bad. So I was stuck at home, no one there, the piano taunting me. But I never learned to play. Could I still remember my little piano improvisos a thousand years ago?
alone again, what about a balad to get back in the spirit? fooling around with Pedra Filosofal, a poem from my former teacher of physics in highschool, Gedeão