October 2010
2 posts
Wind Chimes
Peace, but for the tinkle of the decorative bells Kaya’s grandmother surrounded the house with — comforting guardian angels that broke the eerie silence of the isloated neighborhood. No breeze or gust of wind, but the perpetual tinkle…
Kaya sat up from the floral couch, alert now. Too many tinkles, and gentle thumps downstairs. The fish tank’s whirring filter? Had grandma...
Pianist
Wake up at 5 am on Mondays and Tuesdays to practice before school; practice Czerny etudes for thirty minutes; bump up the metronome by one notch every day; don’t rush the thirty-second notes; repeat those three measures twenty times — an amateur repeats a passage until he gets it right, a professional repeats a passage until he can’t get it wrong; watch that crescendo;...
