The Language of My Soul
As a young child I remember being touched by music so deeply that it brought me to tears at times! It was like the piano called to me. Before I even knew how to play I felt like I had a connection with it, as if it was an extension of my body and soul at the mere touch of it. I was meant to play. I always felt the same about my voice, I always wanted to be a singer! Singing, for me, is like giving my body over to my soul, it's like speaking a different language, it's like allowing my soul to speak and communicate what's deep in my heart. I am no prodigy, nor did I become a great pianist or singer. When that young me first touched a piano and felt something beyond myself, little did I know that it was truly the language of my soul and that it would be my choice of remedy and expression for many years. Little did I know that it would take 88 keys to unlock my heart. It was truly my first love! I came to know those 88 keys well and leaned on them for guidance and a