RJ

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,...

One day, I was hiking through a forest when I heard a twig breaking behind me. I looked back, but didn’t see anything. When I turned around again, I heard another twig snap—but still, nothing was there. I quickly ran home. The next day, I went to work as a teacher. When I arrived at my classroom, I saw my students reading books, which made me happy—until I noticed one kid eating a cookie. I told him to put it away. He ignored me and kept eating. I went to tap him on the shoulder, in case he...