Love of Piano
...my self, completely have a loss of words for it. I find love to be sometimes ironic. It has its benefits and its shortcomings. It can be honest and straightforward, but yet deceitful and dishonest. The tranquility of the word love has been lost. Love now is being tossed and used out of text. I understand and appreciate my love, the obsession of the piano. It is the most emotional aspect of my life, and can’t any human being take it away. I view my irresistible obsession as an ongoing piece of music; a piece within a piece. I don’t do it so much for the applause, but for the quenching of my soul’s thirst. It’s like I’m on a cloud, not playing from the memorized notes, but from my heart. At first I questione...