Window to my Soul

“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent” – Victor Hugo

I’m not sure how I got lucky enough to inherit the gift of music. I don’t believe in theory. I don’t believe that music is not something that can be fully learned by books and piano teachers.

I gave up on them a long time ago.

Or maybe they gave up on me.

Regardless, music seems to consume my soul at times. I hear a song and immediately have to run to my piano to recompose my own version of it. I learn by listening and my fingers seem to magically know what notes to play. It’s kind of freaky. There are days I spend more time with my piano than with any of my human friends. And I’m ok with that.

Maybe it’s a comfort thing. Knowing that my piano will always be sitting in my room waiting for me when I get home. Knowing that a when I play a C chord it will always sound like C chord. Knowing that after a rough day I can get mentally lost in the music I am playing. Knowing that I always feel mentally refreshed after a nice long jam session

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Whatever it is I am extremely lucky. Music makes me happy and gives me a reason to smile every day. Here's a quick look at what goes on inside my head. I hope you enjoy it!

A Team piano cover - Ed Sheeran