I don't know. I just can't get over Chopin.
When I hear this, I always think of Stephen playing it
on our old stand-up piano at home.
I see my brother most alive when he is playing piano, as if nothing else in the world mattered then.
If he was upset, mad, or impatient before it is merely pushed used through the music and the piano .
I miss being in a home
that is filled constantly with music... be it piano, trombone, clarinet, drums, or even (god forbid) bagpipes....
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