Piano. . .

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.

Softly, in the dusk, a woman is singing to me; 
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!