Children meet music and hold onto it for life.

Music is eternal. The first notes were likely around a campfire of some sort. Love of music starts early and lasts forever.

4 yr. old playing F Chopin Nocturne in C sharp major

3 yr. old drummer from Novosibirs, Russia

YouTube: You are my sunshine....

3 yr. old Angelica with Emilio Piano

 

 102 yr. old man 

From a toddler to a centenarian, music lives in their fingers and brains. They give joy and hope to the listeners.

 

God bless them all.

Stealing money is wrong.

 

 

Richard huddled in his jail cell, pulling brilliant blue  duster closely around him.  His secretary Heather had given it to him yesterday during their latest tryst. She called it a new "radioactive color" style. He had been so happy.

 

Now he was watching his world disintegrate.

Where had it all gone wrong? He wondered.  Surely everyone in the investment business embezzled from his clients now and then.  It was part of the investment game.

With the untimely arrival of the arrest warrant, he was for a moment left spellbound.  Richard’s travel carry-on sat by the door, stuffed with one-million dollars and a change of underwear.

Five more minutes!

Five more minutes and he would have been out the door, heading to Jamaica.

Bummer.

These underlined and bold words are from a 2015 Wednesday Word challenge created by Delores to challenge writers. the underlined and bold print words are the offering. Delores has retired and passed the baton onto

River and Elephant's Child who provide equally frustrating words.

Slaughter of Pianos

 

I loved the nobility and passion of Henry V/Kenneth Branagh’s rousing speech in which he extols his men to remember that battle on St. Crispin’s Day.  Band of Brothers…reminding them how dear this relationship would always be.  Still gives me goosebumps.

What do we hold dear?  Many things throughout the stages of our lives are dear to us.  For me?  I cast back to the age when I was eleven years old and wanted a piano so much, so very much. Any piano, even a toy piano with a measly fifteen keys.
   

Amazon

This thought now leaps from Henry V to piano to Mythbusters, a program for nerds and physicists, like my family. I know, right?  Bear with me here...

A recent episode recently had the three younger ‘Busters address some question sent in by a viewer about:  An exploding piano

I will tell you this.  My heart broke each time they blew up a wonderful piano.  NNNNOOOOOO! I cried each time.

Each piano, the noble band of treasured and worn pianos, splintered into pieces every single time.  The pianos would never know how dear they once were, how hard they endured through many practices, but they felt the music.  The worn and scarred keys declared their courage.

Henry V and the band of pianos.  Hard to make that leap, but I see it in my mind.    

A huge upright grand piano was moved into our house when I was 13.  It was so heavy that it took six strong farmers.  How I treasured it. I taught myself to play being able to read music from chorus. Over the years, I was pretty good at playing hymns.