Dreaming
I never thought there’d be the day when I would say “I miss my piano.” But, alas, it is true. I miss being able to take a break from whatever I was doing, sit down, and just play. It’d usually be the simplest of songs, no doubt. But, it was fun. That’s what I did all summer. I just played whatever songs I felt like. I re-learned some old songs, and tried to finish learning ones I never finished. I’m not saying I’m the best pianist - no, I’m not even close. But I know that when I pour my heart into a song, it comes out beautiful.
My favorite song to play is ‘Dreaming’. It’s not a popular song, like say, Mozart’s sonata, or Beethoven’s Für Elise. No, it was a song I learned long ago, perhaps when I was seven or eight. It is simple, really. Sometimes, I find that the simplest songs are the most touching, the most inspiring. I don't play it the same way I did ten years ago, or even five years ago. With everything I've learned over the years, I've transformed the song to reflect my life. The dynamics make the song come to life.
I've always imagined that I'd play this song for someone special. That person has changed somewhat over the years. I just imagine that they are sitting right next to me, and I can just let go. It's almost like telling someone my life story through music. It doesn't matter if I make a mistake, its almost like I've formed a bond with them through the notes, phrases, and dynamics. Each note tells a story, a story I could never convey with words. I still play it for someone, they just don't know.
I need to play this song, I'm craving that feeling again. It's so hard to describe - an emotional attachments to the sounds we call music. Almost like being wrapped in a blanket of love, it makes me feel secure. That nothing bad will happen. It doesn't last forever, it just lingers long enough to taunt me. Then it flees, almost as quickly as it came.
And for that moment, I am happy.