Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
~Maya Angelou, Gather Together in My Name
my first love for a long time was music; it probably still is - it's the only thing the the world sometimes that touches the place where I cry. my husband helped me buy this piano when he was just my friend, and now i walk past it every day and wish i had a moment to sit and play. or the emotional energy. because I cry now when i play.
for today, anyway, it made for a good triple self-portrait.
strange that I can still hear my piano teacher clapping her hands and saying, "tri-puh-let, tri-puh-let..."