May 6, 2000
Tonight, for the first time in 25 years, my husband actually sat down and politely listened while I played the piano. I didn't even ask him. I wasn't really "performing" for the family, just playing for myself, per usual. Our oldest son was visiting, and he, too, complimented me. This is a first time I've ever had even the slightest positive feedback for my attempts at music from anyone other than my parents. I've been trying to learn piano for most my life, but have given up many times. I hadn't touched it for over a year until Caryn Simmons came and offered a lesson. Caryn, thank you so very much!
Thank you, to all my musician friends, for your inspiration. Your music fills my heart and soul. Truly. I have listened to your music many times and it flows through me like blood. My father used to play Chopin, songs from Eddie Duchin, and a variety of numbers from tattered piano books and sheets. He taught me and my siblings how to read music and where to place our hands. For decades I drilled his beginner books and I've stumbled along with little progression. I can feel my father within me all the time, and most intimately when I'm at the piano, no matter how much I fumble. He also fumbled, but from him, my passion for music began. Today is also May 6, the anniversay of the day he left this earth in 1972.
Maybe someday... I don't know. It's taken 40+ years to get to this point, and I can't forsee myself on a stage. But my dream is to be able to play musically, at least for my own enjoyment, and perhaps for a private audience.
Can it happen?
Beth
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