A Past Life

The lights slowly dimmed down until the wall changed into the shade of red, the color of passion and warmth. I watched as the pianist closed his eyes as his soul transcended reality, into the infinite possibilities of the imagination. His hands pressed those black and white keys with immense power then immediately changed to fragility, encompassing the heavier moments in our life. But at the same time, there is such smoothness of jazz that makes me just move my whirl my head and just get into it!

I think I understand what piano teacher was trying to explain all along. She always told me of the magic that this style contains, with its freedom, its expression, its uniqueness. I began to close my eyes also and I imagined her smiling as she flicked her wrists and crunched her fingers with her foot pushing out the air of the pedal. When I think about these things, I really miss her.