For some reason this spring (2013) I've been going back to my first love, the piano.  I've been composing a LOT of piano music lately.  I call them all 'Trifles' since they don't have the gravitas of a sonata or even a sonatina form. And besides, the word 'trifle' seems fittingly modest for a woman who sits in the Tennessee woods, banging on her piano for the squirrels and birds.  Even 'bagatelle' which also means 'trifle' just seems a trifle too highfalutin for me.  (Yes, that IS the way you spell highfalutin....I just looked it up!  That word always reminds me of my mother.  What a wonderful play with words she (and everybody else in Sugar Tree, Tennessee had!)  
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