I felt the disappointment. And the hurt. I wasn't able to speak of it immediately as I tried to deal first with the overpowering emotions I haven't experienced for a very long time.
That Saturday morning, I saw myself sitting on the chair I rarely use. There I felt comfortable. Slowly, my fingers found their way to the dusty ivory keys. And the notes came to life. I closed my eyes to feel each movement, each transition, each crescendo. I feel exhilarated attacking the chords with such vigor. I sensed my body swaying, the music coming to its own.
From Arabesque, I continued on to Ballade. The works of Johann lending its magic to me. And I smiled.
I know I have lost my fingers' dexterity due to my endless experiments in the kitchen but then, I seemed to be transported back to Adante - to that little corner where I've spent countless hours dealing with Hanon and John Thompson. Seemed nothing changed. Playing relieves me still, music soothes my soul.
That Saturday morning, I saw myself sitting on the chair I rarely use. There I felt comfortable. Slowly, my fingers found their way to the dusty ivory keys. And the notes came to life. I closed my eyes to feel each movement, each transition, each crescendo. I feel exhilarated attacking the chords with such vigor. I sensed my body swaying, the music coming to its own.
From Arabesque, I continued on to Ballade. The works of Johann lending its magic to me. And I smiled.
I know I have lost my fingers' dexterity due to my endless experiments in the kitchen but then, I seemed to be transported back to Adante - to that little corner where I've spent countless hours dealing with Hanon and John Thompson. Seemed nothing changed. Playing relieves me still, music soothes my soul.
