The Pianist
Photo taken from: https://lisaquinones.photoshelter.com/image/I0000DjPT8qmCBdw Listening to a piano piece and opera music has made me stop for a while and commit to contemplation. It’s one of the weird stuffs I always crave when I’m feeling indifferent or effete. It’s already 10:40pm on my smiley-faced clock and as much as I want to read Bo Sanchez’ book, in my colorful diary (Yes, I still have one) and to hibernate like a polar bear in my igloo, I have managed to freeze the time and dwell my precarious state in savoring the music. Every finger that touches the keys has different magnitude. It stresses something that only the pianist can feel. I imagine him controlling each touch, each urge, and each force to bring a beautiful melody. Perhaps, he even had marshaled every ounce of strength that he has, just not to ruin the music. I, sometimes, have that same experience. As much as I want to give everything I have… to show all ...