When I sit at the piano, I dont make music. I dont know how to - TopicsExpress



          

When I sit at the piano, I dont make music. I dont know how to make music. I follow my hands into the unlit corners of my subconscious mind and dig through that which is apparent for that which Ive hidden from myself. Every note is a call - a question. How does this make you feel? What does this remind you of? At times I smile at what arises. Other times, the discomfort of that question brings me to tears. At some point, though, I lose distinction between the call of the piano and the response of my soul. And then music happens.
Posted on: Mon, 07 Apr 2014 17:30:35 +0000

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