piano

My fingers meet the ivory keys only once or twice a year but when they do, they dance. It feels like twirling, falling, flying, and the weight of the keys on my childhood upright grand is a familiar balancing act. A few of the lowest keys are off, and the felt has worn away, but the sound is lovely.

My hope is that we'll have room in our new house for my piano. It takes up the space of two dressers and is as deep as a refrigerator but I want to start playing again. This new house doesn't exist for us yet, but it will someday and I plan on taking more lessons. I'd like to sit down on my piano bench with some new sheet music. I'll arrange the pages just so, and try a few measures with my right hand. Then I'll play a few with my left. Once I feel I understand a bit, I'll try both hands together.

I learned to carefully keep my palms curved, knuckles up (for good form), and to keep my back straight. Once I'm ready, I'll let my fingers dance.

all of this inspired by MCS's song on Radio Paradise

Matthew C Shuman - Chasing the Wind