Like gently playing chords first loud then…nonchalantly………soft; the secret siphoning of information from my mind to where my students sit and accidentally learn.Read more "The Art of Teaching"
We think we see it, but the gliding bows and fingers dancing on the strings are only keys to hidden portals, unlocking sounds of a higher realm— a beautiful language that fills the hall, speaking not to eyes, but to the heart. Thank You, Lord, for music. […]Read more "Thanksgiving: Music"
My song is broken, shattered by the screams, the knife-like voices of life, throbbing in my ears. I bend down, bewildered, to pick the notes up off the floor, but the heavy pieces will not budge. My hands weren’t made for this. I remember Your voice, how it softens the screams into minor chords that […]Read more "My Only Song"
Words and music played. Through them, yet still suspended, hung the breath of life. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –Read more "Conduit"
Our hearts stay locked inside until we find the keys. Then our fingers run where words could never go. –Read more "On Playing the Piano"
I like to take the long way home, The road that strays among the hills And wanders in and out among the trees. I like to feel that southern breeze. Its gentle touch and simple thrills Invite my car and me to roam. The sunlight scatters through the air To settle on the maple limbs […]Read more "Evening Drive: Tennessee Edition"