La Musique

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

I think I play my darling best when we're alone. I get jittery in the presence of people, but of course who doesnt, and I feel the conscious, or not so unconscious attention rivetted on the strains of melody I coax from him. I can close my eyes alone with him. Ignore the mistakes, the stumbling, what syncopation tendencies, a severe dissonant. I can soar, drift, let my imagination take flight on the ivory keys. Dolce, doloroso, cantabile, begone! Let Vera take control! Laugh, giggle when I unwittingly produce an odd ditty out of nowhere. Or wince. Of course I'm not thinking Chopin or Mussorgsky. Oh why do I even mention it? Playing not to please anyone, but most genuinely and gloriously for God.

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