297/365: your hands sing

One of my favorite things is watching while you play. Bent low over the keys, you make them sing. And your song resonates in my ears long after the music fades. I could listen for hours, and have.

Now you are gone, but it would be a shame for such a beautiful instrument to stand silent for so long.

So I'm learning.

Perhaps when you come back I'll play you a song.

 

 

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larger & on black.

Please listen to Brian Crain's Song for Sienna.

Done