K - Keyboards ... Music makes life better

Posted by Claudia Moser on 8:12 PM in , ,
Today I walked a lot, with my mother towards the market but mostly alone. And the music was my sole companion, I listened to Anastacia, to Pharell Williams, to Robbie Wiliams, to Gregory Porter and many more. My taste is rather diverse, small note on the side: tomorrow I will attend Carmen at the Opera in my home town.

I am not very musical, my teacher always told me that I have no voice. But still I enjoy music, without it my life would be rather bland and not so happy. I sometimes smile while walking with the headphones on and I believe that people might think I am a bit unsual :)

But what I miss at the moment is the sound of the keyboards which my husband used to make while practising in his room. I could not hear the music (he was also having his headphones on) but having the blip-blip in the background reminded me that he is there, that I am not alone, that I am happy. Keyboards ...



Awww....this was lovely! :) The way you wrote was so poetic,,,alomost like the keyboards were actually playing in the background!

Oh, Claudia; I totally have the same feeling when hearing my husband practicing saxophone. My parents and brother all gone to heaven but 'NOT ALONE' :-)

Sending you Lots of Love and Hugs from Japan, xoxo Miyako*

Music does make life better, it certainly puts a smile on my face.

I believe music is the basis of life, and it doesn't need to be actual music, just listen to the wind blowing through trees, or the sound of children laughing, it's a different kind of music ^_^

I used to play the piano years and years ago, and really miss it.

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