At Will

I wish to play the keyboard at will,
just as I wish to be able to write.

I wish my fingers knew where to go
as my ears picked up the notes.

I fancy for a better swing,
to arc the TT ball in ways
that would rise the brows of my mates.

I long for the lost bicycle
and the special stickers I had on it.

I tell myself it would take time
for some of them to come to me,
time, the sense of which I hope to grasp.

Can you will them all at once, now and now?