DISCONTINUED.

point two.

I loved (for there is not a word stronger, or less obsolete than love,) to play the piano.

To feel the weight of the keys sink down under the tips of my fingers.

Having the power to neither create nor destroy, but to allow the musical manifestation to ring through the house.

You see, one does not create music, music creates one.

Or, on the oposing side, it can destroy one,

If you let it.

I would play until I got cramps in my hands, until my mom would drag me to bed to make sure I didn't stay up until dawn.

I wanted to go to college, to a university, to learn to play better, more deeply, more wholly.

There were certain flaws in my plans. One, was that you couldn't teach those kinds of things, you had to learn them, to experience them for yourself.

And two, you had to have the capability not to quit when you broke your hand in the seventh grade.

You had to be tough enough either not to cry about it, or not to let it get to you when others made fun of you for crying.

I could do neither.

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