Thursday, October 05, 2006
My Piano
Oh my gosh.
I just sat down to play "Could It Be Magic", by Barry Manilow on my piano.
It's a beautiful song.
Suddenly as I'm playing it just dawned on me this is the last time I'll play my piano.
Yes, the tears turned on like a faucet.
I know ...
It's just a thing ...
It's just a piano ...
I'll be fine without it.
I'll have to be sure to play some rag time on it sometime tomorrow and let that be the last piece that I play on it.
That will leave me smiling instead of crying.
:)
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It's the things you cannot pick up and play with, or look at, or touch; which is carried with you always, in your heart of memories Ava.
Think of it not as a passage of loss's; but, as a new treasure-trunk of new memories to be made, and the old one's now kept in a tickle-trunk in your heart.
Cheer up Ava! New roads, often lead to joyful things! : )
Love and hugs,
North
Think of it not as a passage of loss's; but, as a new treasure-trunk of new memories to be made, and the old one's now kept in a tickle-trunk in your heart.
Cheer up Ava! New roads, often lead to joyful things! : )
Love and hugs,
North
I can identify with this one... my soul is connected to my piano. Then again, it is the only instrument I really play.. you have your fiddle, banjo, whistle, etc etc... :)
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