Patiently you sit
in the corner
by the window
waiting to sing.
Weeks pass
filled with working,
running, cooking,
cleaning, sleeping,
writing, shopping,
blogging, doing.
I promise
to play you today.
To touch your keys
and hear you sing.
Patiently you sit
in the corner
by the window
waiting to sing.
Weeks pass
filled with working,
running, cooking,
cleaning, sleeping,
writing, shopping,
blogging, doing.
I promise
to play you today.
To touch your keys
and hear you sing.
Love this. Thanks.
Thanks, Sweetie. She’s been calling me recently.
So much can be said of this
. Beautiful
Thank you, Boomie. Glad to hear you’re feeling a little better today.
This looks so inviting! I really wish I’d learned to play the piano — how wonderful it must be to sit and create music.
It is wonderful – when I make the time!
Thanks Brigitte. Hope you’re having a wonderful Sunday.
Cathy
Beautiful and so serene…And how wonderful to know that it awaits you patiently to touch the smooth keys and fill the home with music. Sharon
Sharon,
Thank you! So nice of you to stop by! I love your blog, your wonderful photos and fantastic message. It’s so nice to see you here!
Hugs, Cathy
I’m envisioning Quentin feeling this way about his piano. Thank you for giving me a clear picture! Love you!
Crystal,
I didn’t know Quentin played! Very cool.
Love you!
Cathy
Beautiful!
Russ
Thank you, Russ. As a songwriter, do you play an instrument?
There are pianos at London St Pancras station, with “Play me- I’m yours” painted on the front. Today I watched a man improvise, then joined him, harmonising at the bass. It was a beautiful heart-connection at the heart of the city.
It sounds wonderful, Clare. What a great connection and a great way to enjoy spontaneous music!