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"
Ebony on top of ivory Face mirrors shining. Waiting to be played. Daunting beauty, magically arrayed. With hidden music only few can see while list’ners wonder what must be the key. Is beauty only effort—all man-made: hard work, denial, human drive displayed? A marker to our creativity? But notes ignite an ember in our […]Read more "Reflections"