After two hours my fingers remembered, the notes returned. By the third hour, there were glimpses of music! I HAD to play, my soul was famished! No meals were prepared, no work was done, my family was left to fend for themselves. Apparently listening to my playing is a ‘beautiful’ way to drift off to sleep!
At 10.15 pm, I stopped as abruptly as I had begun. I was full, my hunger satisfied! I wished my husband goodnight and fell into a deep sleep.
I had remembered that I am a musician! Continue reading