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I was born into music. My mother plays piano every day. As a little girl I loved to listen to her playing, as a young woman I did, today I do. I am sure that as an unborn baby I danced to her music.
Every Sunday my father listened to classical music on the radio.
This is part of my growing up.
I learned to play the piano as a girl. Unfortunately I forget to practice.
We have a huge, beautiful piano in our livingroom. Almost 200 years old.
It should be easy to sit down and play.
My mother plays on our piani every time she visits.
And I ask her to play for me every time I visit her.
The last time I visited my parents my mother came to me with a sheet of paper. Filled with notes. I looked at it and could hear the notes in my head. In my heart.
"Britt Arnhild" she said, "this song is the most beautiful song I know. Every day is a rare gift, a shining possibility. Every day is again and again God's grace, coming down from the heaven. I play it every day. I have copied it for you. You should also play it, sing it, every day.
The piano is there. The song, the notes are there.
The words and the music follows me though the day.
