Darswords

I started my revisit to playing the piano at the beginning of October last year.

At that time two of my friends were in the hospital. In my piano journal I mentioned the deep thoughts and how it might affect my “playing”.  Three days later one of my friends passed away and I worried the other might join her. Outside of praying there was little I could do.

Birds sing. They just do. Creativity has to happen. Just because.

I think I started before October. But the journey back to the keys got serious then. I started keeping the piano journal then.

I remember trying to figure out how to start.

My friend and I were already working on bringing back our creative muses. She said I should make sure to say ‘play’ not ‘practice’. It has worked.

But when I started back I found I couldn’t play songs I memorized or at least conquered back when I was twelve.

It was embarrassing, depressing, in fact, to even think about some of the songs. And I had to have everyone in the house hide away while I played.

At first I would play for five minutes. My anxiety was so high.

I’d play far easier things or sight read what might be easy.

Early on I looked at the Shirley Temple Songbook and felt that there was no chance I’d get the rhythm. Modern rhythms, syncopation. Bane of my existence.

Well, I finally got brave and started hitting the Songbook.

Still missing my Michele. But glad Yvensong is better.