Aspiring concert pianist and lover of the written word. I want to see the world and witness a thousand sunsets in a thousand different places.
Breath.
It’s held into tightly,
and leaves too quickly.
Slow and steady,
that will help.
Silence.
The space in-between sounds.
The amount of time until the next beat astounds.
Rest.
The amount of life left will be quickly drained,
if one does not attain carefully to this thing.
Mesmerizing beauty of time and space,
let it not go,
the time we almost waste.
Hold up.
Dream forward.
Don’t give up.
Your time is nigh.
Don’t give up on your dreams.
Shimmering light, refractions of the sunset,
hold tight, don’t let go just yet.
The time is coming, when it’ll all work out.
…just not yet.
Hold closely, the things that make it all worth it.
Don’t give up yet.
It’ll be alright.
It’ll be okay,
Hold on tight.
Dream of a new tomorrow.
A time where things won’t constantly change.
A breadth of space of continuity.
It’ll all be okay.
Wait a moment.
Breathe.
Listen to the sound of the wind blowing past.
Look at the clouds in the sky.
Smell the light fragrance of a flower nearby.
One day,
it’ll all work out.
I miss my home…
I didn’t realize it was my home.
Not really…
It’s been a year since I left.
The day when the pain got so bad, it forced me to leave.
I thought I’d be back in a week, possibly two.
Instead…
It’s been a year.
I miss you Memphis.
I miss my home.
Beautiful days-have you gone by like a whirlwind of sound?
Impounding, present, demanding pain-will you never leave?
Dreams so strong, I could explode.
Nurture and sustain me though I be weak in spirit and with a troublesome body.
Words implode.
Beauty abounding.
Christmas bells chiming.
All is well at the passing of yesteryear.
Love’s been lost.
Possibilities found.
Curiosity still unquenched.
Books to read.
Music to learn.
The unending sounds of joy to come.
Family all around.
Friends staying close.
The time has come for all to celebrate.
Christmas time is almost here.
Slowly, I progress…
day by day,
a few steps forwards,
sometimes backwards,
overall up.
Exercising in the basking sun,
getting stronger.
Practicing technical exercises,
shaping up my fingers.
Chopin, Beethoven, Bach,
little by little,
getting my life back.
Beautiful day.
Someday soon,
a recital will be,
my dreams fulfilled.
Today, I look outside,
my pondering heart full
of questions and dreams.
How can I pursue my goals
in life more aptly?
Often, it is easy to get swept away
in one thing or another.
I am held back by my body
from being able to push in full force.
Yet, there must be more I can do…
Scores of music littering my brain,
sitting precisely on the piano,
hankering to be studied.
Books of historical and theoretical fact,
wanting to be summarized.
Early mornings soaring past
during my slumber.
Am I doing my best?
Truly?
My utmost of the past few weeks
has been well attended to…
Right now,
a new phase is upon me.
I cannot do what I wish to do,
but I can do more than
I have been able to,
figuring it all out
is part of today’s plan.
I love Bach so much…I started playing his music 17 years ago, and it still touches me in a way that no other composer is able to…It is intellectual and every time I am learning one of his works, I feel like I’m solving a puzzle for the mind and my fingers. I’ve played his Toccata in E minor, multiple preludes and fugues, almost all of the inventions, and 2 of his piano concertos. Presently working on another of Bach’s toccatas. Emotionally, his music goes directly to the depths of my soul. Whenever I’m putting together a program for a recital, I often have to put a piece by Bach on it…or it feels incomplete.
My dreams, hopes, wishes, desires, all mingle and intertwine together into wanting to be a pianist who travels the world and performs. This has been my desire since I first read about Bach and Beethoven as a small child. I wanted to be them. Live their lives, but as a girl of course. Now, that I’m older, I’ve realized that I still have the same dreams as I did when I was young. There is a purpose for each person on the planet. We were created with a burning passion in our souls. Mine involves a piano and my hands. I am a pianist. It is not my only identity, but it is such a big part of who I am. Being held back by relationships is not something that will happen again.
I will live my dream.
It is too difficult to focus on the goals in one’s heart when another person is at the forefront of your mind. The piano is my other half, for at least several years. My purpose will not be thwarted, I will continue on.
The funny thing is that right after I get out of a relationship, I feel so free, my soul soars, and I dream.
I will not allow someone into my heart that dumbs down my dream or makes it less important in my mind.
Friendships are vital but I do not want a significant other right now.
I am happy.
I am free.
Breathing in the fresh air.
One day, maybe I’ll meet someone who does not take my energy from my dream but instead imparts it.
Spin in a circle and feel alive.
Illness.
Constant pain.
Sadness.
Dilemma.
Hope.
Despair.
Amorous.
Apathetic.
Joy.
Delight.
Soaring.
Thud.
Generosity.
Regret.
Belief.
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