Thursday, June 09, 2005
When the Music is Silent
I miss my music. I miss my piano. I miss being able to sing where no one can hear me. Living in this damaged motel really puts a damper on my musical life. I have been literally surrounded by music since I started piano at four, and now, here, I can only turn on the CD player and envy others. I specialized in music in the University and have taught music since I was seventeen. There is nothing more depressing to a musician than to be "cut off" from the addiction to music.
I saw a piano today for the first time in 6 months, and now my hands hurt.
I saw a piano today for the first time in 6 months, and now my hands hurt.
