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I grew up in a household where music was a part of the daily routine, just like eating dinner together or saying our evening prayers. As the youngest child, the piano in our living room fascinated me. It seemed like magic when I heard my sister and brother play songs from their piano lessons, and more than anything, I wanted to be able to play those songs. When the neighbor kids were outside playing basketball or baseball, I was inside, working to master the magic of the smooth black and white keys.
Sometimes, my mother and I would play and sing together. I still remember the big yellow songbook with the picture of a man playing a banjo on the front, and the music inside, round notes dancing on their stems, which somehow turned into fun melodies as my mother’s fingers expertly found the right keys. I loved to yell “John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt!” at the appropriate place in one of the songs and laugh hysterically.
I remember once entering the living room as I heard my mother play “Silent Night” on the piano. I believe it was the first time I had ever heard the melody. It invoked such a strange feeling in me, either unbearably great joy, or unbearably great sadness, that I begged her to stop. I simply couldn’t handle the intensity of emotion that I felt.
As a writer, one of my goals is to capture the feeling that I get from hearing a particular piece of music. Classical piano remains my favorite, but I have a true appreciation and love for every kind. It has been the greatest blessing to me in my life, and I know that the magic that of a lovely song, sending chills down my spine, is only a small glimpse of what my creator can do.
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