.: music used to be my entire life. i spent my days singing, playing piano, writing music, constantly having a tune in my head. i miss that. when i graduate, one of my goals is to renew my passion for music and especially for piano. every time i go home i sit down at my piano. my fingers resting lightly on the cool keys. it is an indescribable feeling. to sit at your own piano when you have been away from it for so long. maybe a few days. maybe a week. maybe even a couple of months. but the return is always just as magical. i sit and breathe in the still quietness of that room with its arched ceiling and constant humming of the humidifier, books upon books scattered upon and underneath and around the piano. books of beautiful music. beethoven, mozart, chopin, pachelbel, and the notebooks which i feverishly scribbled in for days during my youth. those books hold memories, symphonies, and each has its story to tell. soon they will come back to me :.
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