Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
in need of tuning
dissonance screeches through my life as notes of evil I shake my head to clear it but have to keep playing, keep playing to reach that endnote of beauty
It would be nice, wouldn't it, if the only audience for your life's music was you alone and no other gawking Caliban? Maybe that's the one audience that really matters even when you sit before your piano. I am glad that the music is still playing. Somewhere.
3 comments:
It is said that the key to music is practice. The same may be said about life.
Keep playing though. You'll find one day that you've played your best piece without even noticing. :)
It would be nice, wouldn't it, if the only audience for your life's music was you alone and no other gawking Caliban?
Maybe that's the one audience that really matters even when you sit before your piano. I am glad that the music is still playing. Somewhere.
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