Tuesday, December 11, 2007
I almost gave in to tears of nostalgia when I sat down at the piano. It has been such a long time. Too long. Too long since I've taken out my dusty music scores, too long since I last swiped away dust on the piano cover. The keys felt insensitive and heavy under my fingers - signs of disregard and neglect. It really has been a long time since I've last made music, last moved with music. The piano - crescendo - fortissimo - and back to piano, cantabile, gentle, gently, fingers gently caressing the keys was like a balm to my soul. The shaping of music. The gentle ending of a beautiful phrase that feels so right. Feel, feeling music. How did I ever thought I could live without making music? I've already lost a part of myself with the discontinuation of banding, and so no, I'm determined to keep my piano playing. Singing is good and fun and all, but somehow it is not the same. Playing on the piano can never match up to playing in a band too, but it was a part of me ever since I was 5, and I know now that it will always be a part of me, no matter how hard I try to ignore it's existence.And always, feel, feeling music.Labels: Nostalgia
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