Piano !
Piano!
Weird how a piano can be so much a part of ourselves! Sometimes music seems to be a bit of soul, and it runs like an ocean inside us.
And even as I am typing this, my fingers are itching, they want to go and fly over the keys.
In Paris I can't play the piano. I only see my peeeno on wednesdays and week-ends, and when I tell myself : "Tomorrow you're going home. You're going to play the piano.", it's almost a physical joy.
Yesterday I spent the afternoon glued to the piano, playing, playing. I feel i'm just discovering the musical world. As if my ears were slowly opening to a new light.
It's like writing. It's like living.
It is living.
Oh, piano, let me be your wizard!
Weird how a piano can be so much a part of ourselves! Sometimes music seems to be a bit of soul, and it runs like an ocean inside us.
And even as I am typing this, my fingers are itching, they want to go and fly over the keys.
In Paris I can't play the piano. I only see my peeeno on wednesdays and week-ends, and when I tell myself : "Tomorrow you're going home. You're going to play the piano.", it's almost a physical joy.
Yesterday I spent the afternoon glued to the piano, playing, playing. I feel i'm just discovering the musical world. As if my ears were slowly opening to a new light.
It's like writing. It's like living.
It is living.
Oh, piano, let me be your wizard!
posted by transparency @ 7:50 e.h.
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