I found this picture awhile back and knew I would have to write about it.
The fingerprints, dirt, cracked keys…all of it makes my heart sparkle.
There is something that has always drawn me to the piano.
Not drawn me to play it, but to listen.
Whenever I hear it, I can feel the effect. The sound of the keys doesn’t just sit in my ear. It travels, deeper, much deeper to my heart. Such raw emotion is poured into the piano; it’s as if each key sings a moment too powerful for words.
From upbeat & jovial to depressing & dark, I find it all hauntingly delicious.
“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible, is music.”