Witty Repartee, Doofus of the grandest kind. (yrael) wrote in thejoysoflife_i,
Witty Repartee, Doofus of the grandest kind.

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The piano.

I'm addicted to it. Its slick keys, its simple opposing colors.
I don't think I can get enough of it.

I haven't touched it before. Not really trying to before, tapping out simple one handed melodies and trinkets of sounds I've memorized and have heard before.

I didn't think it was so difficult, to bring a certain feeling, or mood, or touch to a piece. I'm clumsy, timidly pressing down keys belonging to different people.

They ask me if they should print/copy the music for me so i can take it home. I have a keyboard, but it doesn't compare to an actual one. Synthetic plasics and metals of stereo speakers cannot replicate the satisfaction of the keys responding, vibrating happily under your fingertips, lolling out sound everywhere.

Music is a genre of its own. There is no Power or Survival or I Shall Take It From You To Have My Success.
It's so much more than that. I can't express what it means: to be able to express yourself through this rich deep and impressive instrument, or any instrument.

It took me this long to become so appreciative of things, never understanding that the ease that masters play is only concieved through the long road behind them.

Never Take Anything For Granted
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