where nothing grew but weeds,
I found a flower at my feet,
Bending there in my direction,
I wrapped a hand around its stem,
I pulled until the roots gave in,
Finding there what I'd been missing,
But I know...
So I tell myself, I tell myself it's wrong.
There's a point we pass...
I am playing "Clair de Lune" by Debussy by memory for both. For the first one I am volunteering to play for the elderly in a nursing home. Then, I perform at Penn State in front of a bunch of people. I am better at sight-reading, so it is challenging without the music, but I...