Play Me a Song
The black and white keys felt smooth under my hands. They seemed to unlock all the emotions inside of me; they were changed somehow and then released into the world as beautiful notes. I had stopped playing piano several years earlier due to lack of motivation and frustration. However, sitting down at my piano I suddenly felt the same emotion I had felt years before, happiness. It was as if I was magnet drawn to the piano that day in April. I could not resist the instrument that looked so lonely in the corner of my living room, I felt obligated to give it a chance at happiness. As silly as it may sound, I could relate to the piano. I too felt like an object that was merely being used as a decoration to the world, an object without a purpose. I sat their engrossed in the music for several hours; I could not bring myself to put down my sheet music. With each piece played, I felt more certain of myself. It was almost as if I was bringing the piano back to life and at the same time, it was bring me back with it. Each chord made me feel more alive. I no longer felt like a useless object in a corner, I felt powerful. The music saved me from myself and helped guide me back towards a purpose. That day at the piano showed me that I no longer needed somebody else to play me a song; I was now able to create my own.
-L.A.C.
