Goodbye, Piano!

I have been blessed for five years to have had the loan of a friend's upright piano. It has stood me in good stead as I planned my recital, practiced my choir music, played Brahms and Chopin to settle frayed nerves, worked out PrayerSong repertoire and played piano duets. It has helped me through chemo and radiation and distress and weddings and moves and all kinds of life issues.

But now I am moving to a smaller place, and I must bid adieu to this delightful upright that has graced my living room. My friend's son is now in his own apartment, and will take it with thanks. I still have an electronic keyboard that will fill the bill, but of course it is not like a real piano (even though I can turn the volume down and play to my hearts content regardless of the hour). Besides, what with this horrible chemo cough, I can't sing worth beans anyways. Two notes, cough, two notes, cough, two notes, hack up a lung. You would think I had TB or something.

No, I shall never give up music, even if I can't sing. Music will ever swirl in my soul until the head is no longer connected to the heart. Thank God for the gift of music. I try my best to sing Psalms every morning, even if it is just in my head. Farewell, beautiful instrument. I hope the rest of your journey brings people as much joy as you have brought me.