nocturne op. 32 no. 1 by chopin inspired this one. my teacher is helping me learn how to play it on the piano and i am absolutely in love with it. when i play the piano, it is like wishing with my hands (if you read "i'll give you the sun" you'll know what i mean)
but currently i am also in love with the music of mitski, sir chloe, maya hawke, djo, etc. also "bardot" by raffaella is perpetually stuck in my head <3
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i sink into the keys,
these monochrome blocks
that are hope
solidified.
and when the sound swells,
i transcend,
carried on a wave of colors,
blurred beauty
and radiance,
and i am not transported,
careening into the moon,
but grounded,
helium in my heart
and i float up up up
but i'm still tethered here,
and never have i felt
more connected
to this world,
never has the past
bared its magic to me
like this.
these old pieces
are my time machines,
my escapes,
my stories
when words don't cut it.
if i cried
into the crevices
between the keys,
i know i would be
understood,
and every aching human experience
takes shape
beneath my hands,
and every soul
who has ever taken this piece
and coaxed it off of paper,
and let it rise and swell
and occupy sweet air
to paint murals in our lungs—
these souls melt off of the music
like hazy, golden ghosts,
and we all are floating
as if we haven't been drowning
just a moment ago.
love,
mari
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