For years now, from time to time, when I am in the giant store picking up supplies the sounds of a piano being played drift above the normal drone in the cement and steel building.
Normally the sounds are from people and materials all going separate but similar directions in typically post modern ways. Sounds of wireless devices, loud speakers and rattling shopping carts punctuate the din. I wonder if these are sounds of money.
I have known the piano lady for years through her music at the store and I have thanked her many times. Yesterday, I bumped into her at the head of one isle in the store and thanked her again for sharing her love of music. We had a short conversation and she told me she has no play list. She just plays and plays until her heart is content. She also told me she had played since she was a little girl but just for the love of it.
