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It is April 14th, mere days since I was married. I enter the beautiful living room of our honeymoon stay house and bask in the sunlight. The evening gleams flow through large panes and the carpet is warm under my feet. There is a comfortable couch, bookshelves full as they should be of books, some good, some probably atrocious if only one gave them the time to be so.
There is also a grand piano.
I know it's grand because I've played it already. But somehow in the bustle and emotion of being married, I haven't given it improvisation time. Time to expand itself willingly under my fingers. Time to show its true colours apart from the strictures of sheet music or muscle memory.
I sit down at the stool and begin to play, inspired by my beautiful wife whose presence I can see and feel, whose eyes watch me with a gaze of respect and love.
It does not go for long: four minutes is short by my improvisation standards. And it rarely breaks a sweat - if you know what I mean. But it is nonetheless extremely meaningful, and I'm glad I recorded it.
I hope you enjoy it.
