I decided I was done playing the piano, but today it was just sitting there, inviting me to play. And there was the piece Chanty, which I played at my grandparents' small memorial services. But it wasn't good enough then - not like it used to sound (not full feeling in my fingers) - so that was the end.
But today I accepted that invitation to play Chanty again. And just like in the many years I took piano lessons, I was immersed. It's difficult to explain. I was the person who wasn't the best technically because of my smaller hands, but musically I would dive and lose myself. So there I was again.
Tonight, waiting for Lori to practice, I dove again. Then she appeared in a dance outfit and danced to Chanty. And then I asked her what she thought of the piece and what it meant to her. She said, "It's like a river or ocean. It starts slowly, then picks up, and then is very calm again at the end."
Yes, that's exactly what Chanty is. I may not hit all the notes, but I guess I can still convey the music. That is something that MS cannot take away - the ability to dive, to lose oneself, in something so beautiful.