Hollowed within the frozen finger tips,
as each stroke of the key vibrates a crisp C.
The piano home key that resonates the beginning,
and the place of birth of most classical music.
Then the C chord echoed with E and G,
while the journey read like a journal.
So it stood as the progression of time,
like the life force intertwined with each notes.
Where does your hand take you to the next step of life,
as you create the next stroke of your dream song.
Hallowed within the frozen finger tips,
and the final song is the end of life.
Make your perfection of music,
as if you can no longer play a next tune.
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
Hollowed within the frozen finger tips,
as each stroke of the key vibrates a crisp C.
The piano home key that resonates the beginning,
and the place of birth of most classical music.
Then the C chord echoed with E and G,
while the journey read like a journal.
So it stood as the progression of time,
like the life force intertwined with each notes.
Where does your hand take you to the next step of life,
as you create the next stroke of your dream song.
Hallowed within the frozen finger tips,
and the final song is the end of life.
Make your perfection of music,
as if you can no longer play a next tune.
I am always reminded the life is bitter sweet,
and tomorrow may never come,
or you may never see that one person once again!
Recommend playing BWV 875 as to set the mood,
and yes those of you actually took Piano and know Bach's work would know it typically starts in D Minor in Piano.
Originally was meant to be played with harpsichord,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A-xUow2aGKM
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