I don’t quite like the experience of church, but a classic piano rhythm is written on my heart. It sets me free in a single chord. Every note plays a memory in my head. It echoes in my ears like a sustaining pedal. All I can see is the black and white, gently then pounded. The keys to why my eyes close and my vocals hum a tune of insignificant lyrics but of great melody that I become uncontrollable of every action in my body but my worries are non-existent because I know if a song of such great beauty coming from a magnificent Grand Piano is controlling my actions, then I have no reason to fear. I only have reason to let the clefs lift me off my feet as I feel every staccato and fly, allegro, legato around my head, until finally, fine.
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