Today we didn’t have Philosophy&Ethics so Freddie and I ran up to the little church where it smelt like old incense and dust. It was empty and open so we headed straight to the Grand Piano, passing all the neat seats and glazed windows. It was so quiet, the kind of silence that comes with great space. I dragged a small, green-velvet bench that smelt exactly like the church closer to the piano and curled up over it slowly as Freddie began playing. I closed my eyes and listened to the notes ring through the room in wonderful reverb. They mixed together and melted, danced, sang as fingers swept over notes, playing made-up combinations or Queen and Regina Spektor and November Rain songs. I have no idea how long we were there, but as we left, going down the stairs, we met a woman who looked up to us and thanked us for the scene we created. She was there for some guided prayer and I felt a little awkward when she said that Freddie’s music and my rest in it created something beautiful that connected her with God, like worship, making me painfully aware that neither of us believes in him. But we smiled and felt a sort of restful happiness because isn’t that the beauty of music, and art in general, that it isn’t an equation with infinity-minus-one wrong answers? It is something which can be interpreted and felt and just breathed-in in so many different ways....
...I just felt like sharing something special today.