Eliza Ukko

A piano is just a piano. It’s made of wood and wires and hammers and ivory. It's keys are clumsy and only colored black and white. It can't speak for itself. It has to be told what it wants to do. It needs guidance and instruction. It needs gentle cleaning, care, upkeep, and a delicate room to rest. There’s only so much you can do with it. The only way to discover it's truth is to gently coax it to understand you. Only then will you learn it's grace. Then it will be filled with the breath of life. Then it will communicate the subtlest universal truths. Those black and white keys will become a million colors in your mind. It will look into your beautiful eyes and interpret your stories. There are no wrong notes, just 88 keys to unlock what's within yourself.

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