Wednesday, October 2, 2013

a piano not forgotten

I wonder what song he is playing. Something taught to him in his childhood?

A few years ago I had a chance to play around on a piano. Without sheet music, all I could recall was the first song I ever memorized, for the first recital I ever did: Mary Had a Little Lamb. I remembered, even, the harmonic accompaniment to the melody, though I couldn't tell you know what that type of chord was called. My body recalls what my mind does not. It has been so long since I've really played - almost twenty years - could I even read sheet music any more? It'd be a struggle, I think.

There's an analogy for life in that. 


  1. Kind of a sad picture.

  2. Ha! I'm contagious ;)

    It's so awesome that your Piano Man is teaching your Little Princess to play! It's good for the ego to be able to look at an instrument and think, "I can play that." It builds a theme of capability. I often wish I'd kept it up (not that I had a choice, back then). Some day soon, I'm planning to get back to it.

  3. Mine is completely full ...of gasoline, and its on fire, the glass is cracking