My sanctuary

In the corner of my room is my piano. It is not a real piano, but an elaborate keyboard. There are times when I sit down in my green wicker chair and touch the keys. I don’t play, just touch. I find a soothing, almost calming vibration transmit from the keys to my fingers, and from my fingers to my heart. When I play, you will not hear wonderful music as you would hear from Beethoven, but more like a two year old hitting pots on a kitchen floor. The magical emotional part is what follows, my singing....