Creative Hostage
Sep 4, 2018 · 2 min read

I gently slide onto the solid wooden bench, the ivory keys laid out before me, tempting me. I long to reach out and press one, to hear the mellow sound as it slowly fades away, but I hold back, my years of training kicking in.
Music is more than hammers hitting strings, more than sound created by pressing a key on a piano. Music comes from a place deep within, a secret place, and before any outward sound is allowed, the music inside…

