Ah, Music!

Shakespeare called it the food of love, and to Carlyle it was the speech of angels. Words don’t do it justice, for however you describe it, there is nothing quite like good music.

I am blessed to be able to enjoy my daughter’s extensive musical gifts, but there is something wrong about a pianist without a piano. And so last week when she suggested taking a detour by the piano store, it was easy to agree. It was not her first trip there. Or second. She had been looking for the right vintage piano for some time, and she was there to look again, not to buy. Or so we thought. But we were wrong, for there it was - the rich-sounding instrument deserving of her gifts.

It was delivered today, and it is where it belongs. (I’m pretty sure that there will be a piano and someone to play it in my corner of heaven!) It graces the living room where the overflow of Suzanne’s gifts can bathe my soul as I experience the joy that Longfellow described:

And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares that infest the day
Shall fold their tents like the Arabs
And as silently steal away.

I am blessed indeed. Laugh

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