Music at my fingertips

My day was really full of "different" emotions. First I met some friends of mine I haven’t talked to for real ages. It was so wonderful to see their faces, to see their smiles, to learn their latest news. So, my tongue had a very long travel today. I loved it, though.

Then I did what I haven’t done for many weeks (shame on me, such lazybones!). I decided to practise playing the piano. I was scared. I thought my fingers turned into wooden sticks. But…as soon as my fingers touched the keyboards, it was as if a happy couple  were kissing each other after they finally met. A simple melody my fingers were playing made me fly without any wings. I felt myself complete. And I promised myself to spend more time with the piano. 

 Sometimes I feel like music is always inside me, somewhere in my head, even in my nostrils. I just wish I had a good teacher. I seem to be a real dummy when it comes to the notes! What I can play with my right hand is what I catch by ear. No notes sheets. Only what my ears hear. Hope one day I’ll understand this grand theory of music. I wish it so much. Almost like a bird wishes the morning sunray to look out from the horizon.

I’m grateful for my unexpected meetings today, for my dear friends who bring me so much hope and light. I am grateful for my great friend – music. I’m happy I can call out some music. It feels awesome to be merged into music, to feel myself a part of it…