There is a kind of pure soul, the sweet child-spirits of creation, that remain so connected to the divine that their art comes as if channelled through them. It appears as if fully formed, as if whispered into their being, asking them to translate it with their artistic talent. And so this was Gabriella, the pianist of our family. When her fingers found the keys we all were unlocked and free.
The pianist heard the music first in his soul, in the language we all speak before birth, and from there with no translation of words, it came from his fingertips and out into the world.
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