The Music Room

I have a music room, something I have wanted for a very long time. It is a room that holds instruments, my piano, flute, drums, dulcimer, bells and sheet music, or books of all sorts. My Native American flute stays in the living room right now, up near my most sacred things. It is something I tend to play more as a meditation than entertainment. Although I cannot say that all of these instruments do not fulfill that at sometime or another too.

My son has brought his guitar down and played it in the music room and Lennon has his own drums and bells there. It is my dream that we will all once more play together, here.

Lennon and I have played the piano together. He loves it when I play and he carefully uses one or two fingers on the upper register to add his part. Bobby and I have played a duet on the piano, but have yet to work out the logistics for piano and guitar. Maybe someday we will get everyone else here too.

In the meantime the room is filled with laughter and joy, perhaps the most beautiful music of all.