The story is told of a concert pianist who was on the point of beginning a performance when there was a scream from the audience. A child had left her seat beside her parent and was running around the auditorium. the concert pianist stepped away from this instrument in order to maintain concentration. The child ran up the steps onto the stage, sat herself down on the stool, and began to play discordant notes at random as she pleased. The hushed audience gasped in horror and embarrassment. The pianist walked toward the child and stood behind her as she played. The pianist leaned over her hand, and without disturbing her, placed right and left hands outside her two small hands on the keyboard. The pianist then began to play in response to her notes, weaving their discordant sounds into an improvised melody. To have thrown the child out would have been to block; to have let her play on would have been to accept; to weave a wonderful melody around her was to receive her as a gift, to over-accept.
- Samuel Wells
You are never and inturruption to Divine Pianist. Your off notes and broken rhythms are never outside the steady movements of God. You are, after all, a gift and welcomed to play at the seat of the Great Musician. So, do not be over-concered with the glares of others or over-whelmed that your timing and technique are fragmented.
This is what it means to be a child.
It is not yours to orchestrate each stanza and perfect each measure. This is the work of the Conductor, who, as you get lost in the delight of play, hems you into a bigger song.
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