piano

Everybody told me this 'girl on the piano' thing was never going to work.

Arin. I've wanted to do this for a long time."Her words silenced him, steadied him.Antecipation lifted within her like the fragance of a garden under the rain. She sat at the piano, touching the keys. "Ready?"He smiled. "Play.

When you play, never mind who listens to you.

The piano ain't got no wrong notes.

A pianist is a painter of music

~Dance~My fingers danceOn the set Of ivory & black pirouettes.I let goWhile my fingers fly, Making music through the night.This is the best therapy. A place of release, House of freedom & relief.My oasis of redemption.My river of gentle.My ocean of mental. My mind is relieved. My fingers are free To let go, making music sweet.Rache Nicole Wagner Original

The notes I handle no better than many pianists. But the pauses between the notes - ah, that is where the art resides.

Music is what our soul sounds like when it sings.

Like everyone, I want my soul to thrum. I run my long nails over the keys like I'm scratching the back of a lover.

The pianokeys are black and whitebut they sound like a million colors in your mind

I dreamt of you last night - as if I was playing the piano and you were turning the pages for me.

Liberace was certainly master and commander of the ivories ~ he is the only pianist I can watch or listen to without suffering a case of 'Stagefright Sympathy Sickness'.

(Referring to the piano's natural shape) Isn't it a shame when those big fat opera singers lean against the pianos and bend them?

Schumann's 'Quintet in E flat for Piano and Strings' is one of the sublime moments in Romantic music.

I got obsessed with classical music, I got obsessed with Chopin, with playing the piano.

Investing in a startup does not make you an entrepreneur any more than buying a grand piano makes you a concert pianist.

Change your life experiences through the thoughts you think.Practice thinking good thoughts and your life will reflect what you are thinking.We have the blessing of choice.

She always paid attention to fingers rather than faces because they told so much more. People remembered to guard their faces. They forgot their hands. Her own were small, though strong and supple from all the hours of piano playing, but what use was that now? For the first time she understood what real danger does to the human mind, as flat white fear froze the coils of her brain.