Piano Moment 6
Easter Sunday,, soft bubbly white clouds float across a pale blue sky,, above a green green field, filled with rows of those who have passed away,,, my mother and father lie in one such…. fresh flowers, quiet, and sometimes not so, words drift in the wind….am i happy or sad,, or just here now,, thank “god” (if you believe or not) for allowing me to play my keys as a method of dealing with this life…as a way to help make it all a little better
This instantly takes you on a trip through your mind. like being swept up by the wind.. Then after two minutes the wind changes and leaves you wondering where you are and what will happen next..
More beauty.
Another beautiful piece of music from you.
Lovely light touch there Richard. Beautiful melody.