oh the memories

my mom has an old piano in her living room. its the same one i played on when I was a little boy.

oh the memories!

this old “LESAGE” piano moved with us from city to town and back again. i’ve lifted it up steep staircases, eased it down many driveways, and seen it go in and out of many moving trucks over the years. it is beautifully out of tune: creaking and cracking every time its being used. i can easily recall many moments that are attached to this mess of wood, ebony, ivory and wire. I remember the stories behind each notch, crack, dent and scratch (at least the ones that I am responsible for). All of them acting as a landmark in my childhood… and for my mom as well I’m sure.

well today a new story was added. a simple one yet one that i will remember for a long time to come.

it involves my boy…. complete with marker-stained hands and face… playing with such “precision” the masterpiece he has just written filled with complicated melodies that only he and God can understand.

oh the memories!

~db~