Making Music

I forgot how much I love playing the piano. It's been so long since I have. Yesterday, I went downstairs to play, not in the best mood ever. The moment I sat down on that bench, my anger just fizzled away. When I placed my fingers on those keys, and started playing, all my anger and sadness came out in my music. I played till I ran out of music. When I finally removed my fingers from the keys, I was shaking. Never before has my playing been so intense. The reality that I had put such extreme emotions in my music shocked me. When I am in an angry mood or otherwise, I am very critical of my music, and end up stopping before I finish because I become so frustrated. But this time was different. Not only did I put my anger and frustration out there, these feelings developed into love and happiness, then to sadness, then to a final peaceful ending. I walked away from the piano that day amazed at what I had accomplished. I've always attempted to put emotion into my music, but never have I accomplished it to this extent. It amazed me that doing something that has become second nature to me achieved so much for me that day. People who heard me playing probably thought I was some crazy chick banging away at the piano. But I didn't care. I don't expect anyone to understand what happened, or try to figure out why playing means so much to me. It's something I do, it's a part of me. That's all that matters.