When I was a small girl I loved to go to bed at nights to the flowing music from my mother's hand dancing on the piano. These were my first lessons which later lead me on to a passion for classic music.
My mother's fingers still dance, and whenever I come for a visit she has a piece of music to play. Alone or together with friends.
Music hits feelings. I attended a church service earlier this week with the cantor Ulf Nielsen on the piano. Somehow his music hit my "longing nerve", tears started to flow and I cried during most of the service. So many things passed through my mind and feelings, at the same time it felt totally right to be in the House of God letting my salty tears mix with the sweet wine in communion
I took piano lessons for many years, and from time to time I tell myself that I should practice more. I will never be an artist, but music can also flow from my hands if I just let them play.
Today I want to practice!
