The beauty of a piano

 

Life is still beautiful when there is so much chaos outside and in minds of people.

The beauty of a piano does not lie in its keys.

We can press them down at random, but it doesn’t mean that they will automatically make melodious music.

The beauty of a violin does not lie in its strings.

We can hold them down without intention, but it doesn’t mean that we’ll create harmonious chords.

And the beauty of a song does not lie in all its individual words.

We can recite them arbitrarily, but it doesn’t mean that they will tell a meaningful story.

Because the magic of the piano and the violin and the song, are not the things that we see from the outside; it’s what happens within.

The magic happens inside the piano, inside the violin, inside the words. But mostly, it happens inside the heart of the person who plays them, writes them. Sings them.

That’s where the music is made. Inside.

And life is the same.

The world outside holds magic, but it’s up to us to make it so.

Otherwise the first sign of spring is just another flower.

The sunshine after the storm is just another day.

And the stars in all their shining glory are just another night.

The beauty of life does not lie in all the stuff in front of us.It lies in how we recognise it; how we revel in it.

In how we make music with it.