Serenity Beneath the Midnight Blue

For this one thing

I played without knowing what I played, and when I listened to what was recorded later I felt it was like the spring rain that nurtures the life of earth. 

Rain on the green

Solitude beckons the hush of contemplation.

Forgotten piece from the old drawer

Today, my bicycle follows the river once more.
Flowers and grasses—unknown by name—line the river’s edge,
their quiet presence a soft celebration of the path.
Leaves sway in the breeze,
waving as if to beckon me forward,
welcoming my journey with gentle hands.
There is a beauty in things that do not boast—
a beauty beyond judgment.
The moment we seek a reason,
its light begins to fade.
It is a beauty that exists only in the now.
Reasonless Beauty.

Fleeting and free

Fingers moved freely, and from their flow, music was born—untamed and true. Each note a step in rewriting who I am.

A Sketch in Sound

practicing free flow

Morning, sun and green, the beginning of a day

Soft beginning

After summer

Tides between moments

Glide in winter light

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Every day is a life time, and in it the piano play, flowing without direction, meeting the Now

For this one thing

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