By Luz Fernandez Torres. The Music Of My Life
Enviado por ryushii • 25 de Septiembre de 2014 • Informe • 663 Palabras (3 Páginas) • 273 Visitas
The Music Of My Life
By Luz Fernandez Torres
A couple of years ago, when I was thirteen, I made some changes to myself. For example I was blonde and decided to dye my hair black, I have it like that ever since. Another change was that I started listening to rock, and I love it, for that reason I wanted to have an electric guitar and to learn how to play it. Every Christmas I begged my parents to give me one as a present, but they never got me one. One Christmas my mom surprised me with a piano, she said that given the fact that I was so desperate to play an instrument I could start with a piano. Even though it wasn’t what I wanted I started to learn to play it and I grew up to love it more than anything. When I play my piano I feel like I’m being transported to another place, a place where everything is good and pleasant, where I can be myself without any restriction. The view of the black and white keyboard on the corner of my room, the smooth feeling of the keys sliding under my fingers, the soft harmonic sound of a melody filling the air, so relaxing it can calm my mind, my body and my soul.
Every time I look at my piano I get a feeling of anticipation. I know just by looking at it exactly what I’m going to feel when I start playing. It’s a lovely feeling of happiness and anxiousness. Happiness because the music it’s so beautiful I want to embrace it and when I see keyboard sitting lonely on the corner of my room I just want to play it. So it makes me feel anxious, for sometimes I can’t play it. When I walk by the piano I always pass my hand on the keys. I imagine a melody coming from the piano, entering me from my fingertips and filling me.
I love the feel of the smooth keys of the keyboard sliding under my fingers. When my fingers slide from key to key it’s like they’re dancing to the music, moving with it and creating it. That feeling allows me to connect with the melody I’m playing, drifting me to places in my imagination impossible to describe. I become one with melody, I am the melody and the melody is me. All that is around me simply disappears, there is only me and the piano. My fingers move around the keyboard gently pressing the keys. And with each key I press a new sound is hear, a new unexpected journey.
Every sound the piano makes is different; every melody has its own character, its own charm. They elevate me, transport me, and cure me; they make me feel the most beautiful feeling: peace. The melodies fill the air like the smell of fresh bake cookies, inviting me to try them, to have just one bite. And when I do it taste so good that I want more and more, with every bit I feel elate but I want more, it’s like I can’t get enough. Their music is so pleasant to my ear; it’s hard to believe a simple sound can create so many feelings. Feelings that make me want to smile when I’m crying, love when I hate and live when I’m thinking about
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