RJ

Oh, the absolute horrids of growing old. I can’t believe that when I was younger, I thought becoming an adult would be all sunshine and rainbows. I mean, sure, you get to buy your own stuff, no set bedtime, no school, but as I grow older, I start to realise that the negatives really outweigh the positives. Sure, you can buy your own stuff, but you have to use the money that you get from your 9 to 5, which already leaves you with little freetime, and then, if you have kids, you have to plan...

RJ's reflection on learning piano across musical eras and how music connects people across time.

Pink Clouds Drifting across a white sea Sweeping away doubts and mistakes, Giving room for a second chance. Dust gathers around it And it returns to the sky, But mistakes are still visible, Trails and dots of black and grey. It works tirelessly and endlessly, Clearing the way for new ideas, For a much-needed second chance, It works in silence. Small yet efficient, In many different shapes, It leaves only hints of what was, Soon to be covered by something new. Then the marks will come back,...