PIANO ARTICLE:
It
stands in the corner of a small room, gleaming in all its beauty, waiting for
attention. Its silence resonates. During my childhood, it remained the exhibit
devoid of touch, existing solely for my eyes. I struggled to resist my urge to
tarnish its innocent magnificence with a cacophonous exposure. The day I
finally sliced the thick silence, the sounds were devoured by the ravenous air
and I thought I would never take my fingers off it again; I had finally struck
the ivory of the grand piano.
Ever
since that moment, I have wanted to learn everything about music and the
majestic instrument I loved. I became the student of two piano teachers and a
member of the National Fraternity of Student Musicians for four years. However,
despite my interest and growing dedication, it became difficult to play the
piano with an increasingly rigorous course-load every year at school.
My usual practice
sessions were burdened by excessive homework and other activities.
Nevertheless, as a conscientious student of both music and high school, I
developed a work ethic that allowed me to arrange my schedule making time for
not only the things I had to do but also the things I loved to do.
As
I am preparing for an audition to become a member of the National Guild of PIANO
Teachers, my playing has evolved. It has become more than a curiosity or a
pastime; it is an escape. Mozart's "Sonata" soothes a stressful day
of school; Gershwin's "Rhapsody in Blue" relives a magical outing;
Chopin's "Nocturne" heals the bitter wounds left from an argument
with a friend. Year after year the legatos of my music have complimented the
staccatos of my life--a fantasia of memories. The piano exists as a source of
companionship; a sentient with a pulse that throbs with emotion. The most rewarding
experience of my life was breaking the silence that once existed in my home and
beginning my endeavor into classical piano. I discovered my own soul through
music.
