Piano

Sometimes I don't have any words. All I can do is put on some music and hope that someone else might be able to say what I am feeling. Music is my alcoholic beverage of choice. It goes down both smooth and with intensity. It can lead me to distraction, or relax me enough to move forward with life. I am addicted to musics deeper expression of reality. I want to touch moments in slow motion and music can take me to that place where the clocks stop.

In my most fragile moments, I step into a dark room filled with ivories. I will sit in front of an old upright piano and slowly press into each key. One of these notes will let it all out. One of these melodies says more than need be said in ordinary conversation. It is me, the music, and God - the song need not be pretty, the music is beautiful.

I think it is time to start composing again...


~David