Dear tendery hearts, Do you want to know something that is all goldeny? Today I went to a solo piano concert and it made me feel like I was dancing inside. Sometimes I wanted to jump out of my chair. Sometimes, do you know what? Strangely, I felt as though he were playing just to me! Even in a room full of people, it's as though he inwardly found me, somehow. Which, is interesting as I've considered lately this very thing but from the curiosity of the performer's point of view. As a performer, what if I inwardly found one person and played to that person? That's what I think about, and what if that person from today thinks the same way? And, what if that person who he found just so happened to be me?
Do you know what else? It's like the whole world made sense for awhile. And, it's like at first I was the one playing ... I mean, I felt myself up there playing inside of his own hands ... but it's like they were mine and I was playing. And, it's like I could smell the piano. I've smelled the piano before, did you know that? Have you ever smelled the piano? Sometimes playing has this kind of scent. Well, tendery heart, I hope you are not mad that I wished to ever so slightly break your shell for a moment to tell you how much I love the piano. And, I am so very grateful to my dear teachers.