This? No proof —

The Conservatory’s always noting this minus all common sense.

Come out to play, sample finding out
masked hostilities and indecisiveness of too much free verse
backed up with inexact and multiple percents of crooning
about what we were doing before [give me a sec..] took hold,
instantly recognized as forged identity.

Identity and hardened m.o.’s from silences, retakes
and feral confirmation of feeling tickled by long, measured piano hands

(once you forget a few practice all this).