I haven’t touched the old ivories for a while.
Hubby loves to hear me play, and although music is going through my head, I haven’t wanted to extend it to my fingers.
Music has always been my safety valve. It got me through my divorce, my depression and eventual breakdown, but it has also seen me through happy times. I’ve said it many times in my blog how my Dad knew something was on my mind, not from what I played, but the way I played it.
I was on my own this afternoon as Hubby had taken our neighbour up to register her husband’s passing. I’d done a bit of blogging, played a few games, and was toying with getting the kit out and make a few cards, but I have plenty in reserve for now, so it wasn’t really necessary.
The keyboard beckoned, and the nice thing about this is that it has a volume control.
With all the windows open, I didn’t want to be accused of being a noise nuisance, so it was on low and I settled down to some old favourites.
I started off with Hallelujah, and thoughts of recent events were going through my mind as If I Loved You, Some Enchanted Evening and A Many Splendoured Thing transferred themselves from my head to my fingertips in a steady flow.
Before long I was playing The Wind Beneath My Wings and thinking of Mum. The pain is still raw, the tears still lurking, but it felt GOOD, as the magic and solace are still there.
I finished off with Nights in White Satin, so it wasn’t exactly a long session today, but it was enough to soothe my mind.
The funeral is set for Thursday 13th June and will be a celebration of his life rather than a religious service. We have been asked to attend, and also for the gathering afterwards.
It will be a long couple of weeks for our neighbour, but we, and several other residents here, are at hand should she need us.
So pleased you played.
Me too Gary. It’s been a while.
That’s so lovely for her, to have good neighbors for support.
Now that the recent chaos is finally settling down, I will have time to listen to all my favourite music. Unlike you, I cannot play the piano, something I have always regretted, but listening usually works well enough for me… Savage breast and all that…
The old musicals for me, plus a few modern pieces.
I am glad that you felt the music call again so it could soothe you. 🙂
Music speaks loudly in its’ quietness. Excellent choice if songs
Thank you. They are all some of my better pieces.
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