the keys are a drug to me.they always have been and always will be when i am in a room with a piano and cannot placy it is like being a child starved for food and not having the ability to eat. i began playing when i was 11 or so. it all started on one of those cheap little keyboards. for hours i learned it spoke my language.

i found comfort in the worst times in the keys. i cried while playing i have felt heaven fall into my head while playing. because sometimes i think the keys understand my language. i took lessons for a bit but then lost the desire to play others work and focused on writing. on creating on flowing with it.

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