Year 2

What can’t be seen in this photo, cropped off at the right, is my first piano. I later learned it was also my mother‘s favorite instrument so when I decided to take professional lessons a decade later, I wonder if she remembered this photo and patted herself on the back. I DO have very faint memories of the colored keys and the magical sound that came out when my finger touched them.

I can’t begin to imagine the fullness of life without music.