The last time I performed a piano solo was 16 years ago, before I got tendonitis. Though I have thankfully regained some of my ability to play without pain, I have always been self-conscious of the simplicity of what I can comfortably do these days. I have stuck to singer/songwriter material where my voice naturally can take center stage and the piano part can be relatively easy.
But in February, inexplicably, I started composing a piece for solo piano. It began as an improvisation and morphed into a reason for me to fly down the stairs to the piano any time a new melodic idea floated into my head. Gradually the composition took shape as an ode to my inner child. Through the keys I promise to myself: I love you and I will care for you no matter what.
Breaking my 16 years of self-conscious hiding, I performed the piece at my student's recital last month. I felt confident and free, knowing that simple can be beautiful. I invite you to celebrate with me and give it a listen!
With love and gratitude,