The lights of colored candles, Playing through the lantern lit editions,
I miss me telling the piano my sorrows in the still of the night,
I miss them whispering back to me that it's going to be alright . . .
I remembered a time that even though I had moved home and I was not staying alone.
I still got up and playing with the damper on.
My mother would tell me the next day that she had heard me in the night and asked me if everything was alright . . .
I miss making friends with my nocturnes and how one every other occasion I find a breakthrough and it makes me feel alive.
I remembered the revelation I had one night. It was on the hill, i just needed to play my Chopin. Armed with a glass of the fuzziest of a 08 Chardonnay, I had found the magic in the Lines. And for the next 3 hours, the music jus flowed...
It has made me pretty much whole again.
The magic had made me feel that despite all that had happened. I was going to be alright . . .
