Under the bridge

What is it in us that longs to make something beautiful? That wants to leave our mark despite poverty, need, self-blame, and every kind of discouragement? What is it in us that hones our skills and aspires to be better, even when no one wants our skills and no one will ever pay us to practice them?

I received today the sad news that the man who gave me his piano has died. He gave great hugs, and he loved making music.