The Piano
The piano is a beautiful instrument that warmed its way into my heart the first time I ever heard its magical sound. When I started playing the piano, I didn’t have a choice, it possessed me. I could not deny the flowing rhythm, pulsing beat, or the surreal noise. The piano is not an instrument, it is a spell. I was cast under this spell from the very beginning. I love playing the piano. There is always silent and peaceful moment, a concealed passion before I play it alone in my dimly lit room. I sit on the edge of my piano stool, close my eyes and smell the air. I put my fingers on the keys and feel their cold and smooth touch like marble. My energy, which is normally hiding deep in my heart, gradually spills out and travels excitedly to the tips of my fingers. I love listening to the echo of simple chords filling my small room. I feel my heart fills with joy and sadness with the movement of the melodies. These times are some of the precious moments in my life. It allows me to ima...