Poem about 14 hands high

i am apprehensive. it is like when
i played the piano. first i learned to
read music and then at one point i
no longer needed to translate the notes:
they went directly to my hands. After a
while i stopped playing and when i
started again i found i could not
play. i could not play by
instinct and i had forgotten how
to read music.

(Francesca Woodman)

Peter Trautwein