Back to basics.

I sat down at the piano today, for the first time since August.

I think I had this subconscious need to shy away from it, because it just makes me miss my gran, it reminds me of her. The last time I played, it was for her and my mum; just random little bits of songs, random compositions I made up.

But looking at her when I played, I saw through her, what I can’t see in myself. I saw through her that what I was playing was something; even if it was just an improvisation with flaws and too-long of pauses; it was something.

I felt that again, today. Just now, sitting at the piano, playing what I was feeling.

Repetition. Simple notes.

But together, they meant something to me; they are the auditory equivalent of everything I guess I’ve been keeping inside.

I recorded it, and listening back to it, I can hear the hope and sorrow I’ve been feeling. I can hear the optimism breaking through. I can hear the inspiration she gives me everyday.

I think I’m ready to get back to that love; to that passion to create an audible record of my emotions in the moment.