I first sat in front of a piano at my nannies house in preschool. I remember my fingers could barely reach from key to key but when they did, the sound of the strings would bring such a smile to my face.
After a week of begging for my very own piano, my mother put me in lessons. I loved it. Every week when I learnt a new song or a new scale I would show off every chance I had. By the age of 10, the passoin started to fade and when I hit 16 I no longer sat in front of my pinao. Now, more than 10 yrs later the only family love my pinao gets is from the photos that sit on top of it.
I must be turning a milestone because I've started to miss the touch of ivory against my fingers. I wonder if I can still play, not the chopsticks but Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart - Piano Concerto No. 21.
photo by: Susan Bacton Interiors
photo by: Ingrao
photo by: Bella Casa Design
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