He could hear the music and feel it. His grandmother’s touch, ringing pure and precise, echoed around this empty room. Her words were there, reminding him “Fingering! Tempo! Correct…sit up tall…”
Timing, have to remember the timing. Grandmother insists on perfect timing. Oh, why are they talking during this recital? Don't they know how rude that is?
This is a re-post of October 1, 2014. Playing a piano with one you love would be so amazing.