You know those thoughts in your head that you can't verbalize? The ones that twist you're tongue when asked: how do you feel about it?
Well, I do. I know all too well how deceitful and twisted thoughts can become. Most of the time I'm fine. Nothing drastic has happened upon me in some time; but maybe that's the problem. I long for an explanation to my feelings; a canvas on which to draw. And yet I'm not artistic, at least not with a pencil.
But I found something. I found something that calms my mind and release emotions I can't for the life of me grasp the meaning of. No, I'm not artistic with a pencil, but my hands are far from useless. They make music.
They sing and dance where I can't. They draw pictures of rainy days and thunderstorms that cleanses my souls when yelling doesn't work.
I play the Piano.
My hands trace love letters and create their own without guilt or heartache. They touch people's heart when words don't work and ease pain when sound is the only tolerable companion.
I play Piano.
An old instrument, but far from useless. Its my closest friend and deepest confident. We've endured a lot together throughout the years. It knows all my secrets and has endured all my pain. It gives me a peep talk when I feel down; and helps me to feel proud of myself. It's my biggest cheerleader and my loudest coach.
I play the Piano.
i have played many instruments. some archeic, like a harpsicord, a clavicin, a full cathedral organ. i've playd the sax, the clarinet, the oboe.
i have plucked a lute, and a guitar, a cello.
but nothing . nothing comes close to playing a well tuned grand piano.
sitting in front of this giant, you feel vibration through your fingers. you feel the strength of every note you play. waves go from the massive soundboard, hitting you with the purest of sounds.
you might grow deaf, if you play like this over time (my hearing range was definitely affected) but it is soooo satisfying. the instruments respkbds in such a range of articulation, from almost non existant overtones, to full blast. NO other instrument affords such a range in such ease.
comparing a grand piano to a standing piano is like comparing a mcdonald's cheeseburger to a home made monster, with blue cheese and bacon. its essentially the same food, but it is so not.
even people who cant play at all, will feel something, if they sit in front of a grand and try dabbling.