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...
And I've been thinking about it lately
Does it ever drive you crazy
Just how fast the night changes?
Everything that you've dreamed of
Disappearing when you wake
There is nothing to be afraid of Even when the night changes
It will never charge Me and You.