I can’t do another post without talking about my current life partner. Nameless and faceless, I spend a great chunk of my time thinking about this hunk of wood.
To My Clarinet
You are there for me no matter what I do or how good of bad of a musician I am. Even when I ignore you, you still seem
to love me, though you don’t play as well. Your sound is so rich, deep and dark. Your earthy tones remind me of myself and our time together. The things we do when we’re alone, only for us and not the next performance, are beautiful. The music we make when we are alone is so much better even though it’s a lot of fun with an audience. Once the nerves left it became quite liberating. To you clarinet who helped me find me. To you my beautiful R13 who helped me find God. To you my carefully constructed piece of wood with silver plated keys who helped me find love. I will always love you for that.
Love,
Keyara
Nice post. The power of music is amazing.
that is so funny, I was just commenting on your blog! Thank you, it is isn’t it?
Lol! I’m a keyboardist and singer and find both to be great escapes from many of the harsh realities of life. Are you still a college student? If so, where do you attend?
Yes, I’m a mere junior in my undergrad. lol. I go to VCU in Richmond.
That’s great! I will be keeping up with you and your blog. Nice to meet you!
The same to you Antonio. Thanks!