Friday, 11 December 2009
09:55:28 PM (GMT)
Waiting for my Mum to come pick me up to go to work. I'm going to be late ! >:/
I wrote this entry on my Tumblr but I'll post it here too, plus noone can judge me
Seeing a piano like this literally makes me feel so empty. I realise that I portray a
very strong passion for piano…when I see such a beautiful instrument torn up like
this, it’s as if seeing an animal that has been put through unnerving cruelty. I
get that feeling of disgust and I begin asking so many questions in my head why
someone would destroy such a precious thing.
Piano. As I press every key, I’m not just playing the piano, the piano is playing
with me. It produces such a soft voice that not only you hear with your ears, but
your whole body is in sync, too.
Ever been to the beach as the sun is setting and listened to each wave as it
receeded, sometimes thunderously crashing and sometimes so silent that all you can
hear is a tiny whisper? That is what I feel as I play the piano. It’s not just a
‘song’ or an ‘instrument’, it’s something that can’t even be described
Piano is my life.
Last edited: 11 December 2009