I guess I'll start with the piano. I listen to pretentious piano, the kind that's in the backing track of a katy perry song and because that's that kind I listen to, I've never loved the piano.
I recently started listening to a stunningly rare and beautiful piano. One whose songs always sound so eloquently perfect.
I started listening to the kind of piano that hurts to hear, that kisses the teardrops from your face.
The kind that provokes raw emotion and so much more. It is this one piano that I can't get over really.
It caresses the melody and everything that makes it it makes me love in atrophy.
