Petdad

I have played the piano for many years. I think I’m pretty good, but my expectations are so high for myself that I always think I could, and should do better. I read music. Very rarely have I ever trusted that I could just sit down at the piano and allow my hands to simply wander over the keys and press ‘wherever’. The fear was that whatever transpired wouldn’t sound good at all.

This morning after practicing a Mozart sonata, I allowed myself to do just that. With my eyes closed, I slowly played single notes, chords, and roll-ups. Whatever sounded good at the moment, whatever sounded right, I played. It was not only cathartic, it was absolutely beautiful. I was filled with so much emotion and calmness like none other. It was purely magical.