At times I'm a jumble of rumbles. . .

Player Piano

My stick fingers click with a snicker

And, chuckling, they knuckle the keys;

Light footed, my steel feelers flicker

And pluck from these keys melodies.

My paper can caper; abandon

Is broadcast by dint of my din,

And no man or band has a hand in

The tones I turn on from within.

At times I'm a jumble of rumbles,

At others I'm light like the moon,

But never my numb plunker fumbles,

Misstrums me, or tries a new tune.

-John Updike- New Yorker

I think I'll start saying those words to myself every morning when I wake up.

At times I'm a jumble of rumbles, At others I'm light like the moon,

At times I'm a jumble of rumbles, At others I'm light like the moon.

This blog may be a "jumble of rumbles," per say. . . 

but who's to say cacophony is bad? 

Maybe we can string our thoughts together.