30/03/2026
Sitting in bed having my morning coffee, I'm gifted the perfect timing of the morning sunshine casting a shadow of the beloved piano of our childhood.
The simple sweet memory of little fingers on smooth keys, the scent of mamma's wood polish (good ol' Mr Sheen!), the way my feet would swing not yet able to reach the pedals.
A moment of guided insight when parents decided 'this home needs a piano' ...
This piano, already old and wise, having been played and loved by many before me, became my truest, most clear and direct way to become one with spirit, love, joy and peace. This piano, which has now journeyed with me decade after decade, as I've travelled my complicated and delicate relationship with music.
This piano, even older now and no longer played, but still I hear the echoes of my childhood scales practiced over and over, the simple teenage lovesong compositions, the playful and boisterous multi-player jam sessions with mates... And now a quiet witness, like a loving ancestor, wise, safe, constant.
My old friend.
A forever connection to where my love for music and where my heart's journey began
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