july 19
It was the second piano I saw that day, a white one and nobody was sitting at it, so I stopped, took a picture of it, then sat down to play…people come by, some halted a moment, others sat and listened. That's when I saw Guy out of the corner of my eye. I stopped playing and he clapped. I got up to my bike and he stopped me and asked me about my piano playing…I said I didn't play piano. ;) He smiled and explained how he plays piano: There is a building and inside the building are 7 floors. In those 7 floors are bosses and workers and as long as they get along and speak to one another, you can make music. All words have syllables and syllables are connected to notes, so when the boss talks to the workers, the words are the notes that tell the workers what to do.
Hmm. Then he asked me what my most precious moment has been? I said the present moment, but he said that the present moment has already passed by. Ok. I said,"Now", but that still puts me in the past tense, because once I say "now", it is already gone. Then he explained to me that the answer should be "being". To 'be', puts the past and future away from you, so you only have the present moment. Nothing else matters. He said that he might not make it back to his car to drive home to see his wife tonight, but he has this moment of being alive, and not his past or his future means anything. If you're busy "living life", you are not alive…The most precious moment is to be alive. He got to me…This conversation started because I decided to sit at a white piano and tickle the ivories…It was a beautiful moment...
