A couple years ago, I dropped my piano lessons because it was frustrating and I felt like it was helping me express nothing but only causing anger. I hated everything about piano. The fact that I couldn’t grow my nails, read notes, practice finger exercise, or find the time for piano really frustrated me. I wanted to tear up every single music book in the world.
But for some odd reason, something came over me tonight. I suddenly had the urge to play piano. For the first time and on my own will, I wanted to play piano. I wish time froze and nothing else mattered so I could just play until forever.
I wish everything and everyone was as forgiving as my piano. If piano was a person, he would surely hated me for abandoning him. But when I ran back to him, he welcomed me with open arms and let me play as expressive as I wanted. And then, I would leave him, again. And he’ll sit there in the corner, minding his own business until I would come again only to play a song or two and then leave. But never saying no and always welcoming me back.
Sadly enough, no one is a piano and piano is no one.
1 Comment
Wednesday, November 14, 2007 at 8:55 pm
i love this.