| Forgotten Melody By Edward Jon |
| I don't listen to classical music. In fact, I don't listen to any music. I have only one CD, a Christian one that I ordered off Amazon because I liked the first ten seconds of one of the songs. Yet, I find the piano a lovely instrument to play. A music teacher once told me, "Music is used to express feelings that words cannot describe." I absolutely agree. The piano was the best inanimate friend that a guy could ask for. It was always there for me (because it never moved from that corner of the living room) and I never had to hold anything back. It did not care if I was angry, it did not care if I was sad, it would always be waiting for me, happy whenever I visited. The piano waits in that corner of the living room. No words of comfort, no silly lies to make me feel better, no judgment. As i play, the chords and simple notes surround and penetrate and stir and lift the lonely soul. Sometimes I am so touched that I end a piece with tears in my eyes. Other times that profound emptiness is filled and I feel refreshed to take on the world. Holding the last note of the Venetian Boat Song, wishing for the melody to stay confined within my soul, within this piano, this hollow room, I watch it fade away into the darkness. Yet, I feel I have conquered that darkness by playing such a simple piece. |