Every thing that I encountered in a day was taken out on my grandmother’s piano. I communicated my sentiments about whatever happened. My grandma let me know stories about different composers who had words to their music. I read a few sheets of music she had close to the piano and the words were exceptionally fascinating. These writers were artists not simply artists and music was their go to. I began taking lessons and I played gospel music furthermore classical. I cherished Bach, Mozart, yet above all Beethoven, to me his music seemed different. I adored the notes and chords in his music and the ungainly harmonies of bliss and outrage. I felt his torment, I could sense when he was enamored or hurt, now and then even irate. I let his music take me places in my brain, to my past, I even now and again thought about my
Every thing that I encountered in a day was taken out on my grandmother’s piano. I communicated my sentiments about whatever happened. My grandma let me know stories about different composers who had words to their music. I read a few sheets of music she had close to the piano and the words were exceptionally fascinating. These writers were artists not simply artists and music was their go to. I began taking lessons and I played gospel music furthermore classical. I cherished Bach, Mozart, yet above all Beethoven, to me his music seemed different. I adored the notes and chords in his music and the ungainly harmonies of bliss and outrage. I felt his torment, I could sense when he was enamored or hurt, now and then even irate. I let his music take me places in my brain, to my past, I even now and again thought about my