The piano is a source of light. It is a tool to produce emotion. It speaks through the human, for the human. The piano creates conversation and assists communication when the mind cannot figure how. What a beautiful instrument.
Taking me back down the vista of years, till I see
A child sitting under the piano, in the boom of the tingling strings
And pressing the small, poised feet of a mother who smiles as she sings.
In spite of myself, the insidious mastery of song
Betrays me back, till the heart of me weeps to belong
To the old Sunday evenings at home, with winter outside
And hymns in the cosy parlour, the tinkling piano our guide
So now it is vain for the singer to burst into clamour
With the great black piano appassionato. The glamour
Of childish days is upon me, my manhood is cast
Down in the flood of remembrance, I weep like a child for the past.
-D.H. Lawrence 1918
Meet KayLee Carter. Thank you for helping me express a little how I feel about music, and for being so gorgeous!