Many years ago when I traveled to Munich at least once a month, I stopped at Kunst & Spiel shop. Like usual. A charming small shop on a busy street in Munich. Always when I entered I felt like being in another world. I liked most of the things they were selling (well, they still do!). Each time I was there, I looked at the xylophone, a charming instrument I owned when I was a little girl. I have never learned how to play it properly. So, one day, my ex-husband took it from the shelf and bought it for me. How happy I was! From time to time I play myself a song that is composed by me, by a sudden inspiration. No notes. Sometimes I just look at it and feel it under my fingers. I am almost sure I will never be able to play by notes on it, but does it really matter?
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Little treasures IV
The list of my little treasures is not over yet. I have still some to show you.
Many years ago when I traveled to Munich at least once a month, I stopped at Kunst & Spiel shop. Like usual. A charming small shop on a busy street in Munich. Always when I entered I felt like being in another world. I liked most of the things they were selling (well, they still do!). Each time I was there, I looked at the xylophone, a charming instrument I owned when I was a little girl. I have never learned how to play it properly. So, one day, my ex-husband took it from the shelf and bought it for me. How happy I was! From time to time I play myself a song that is composed by me, by a sudden inspiration. No notes. Sometimes I just look at it and feel it under my fingers. I am almost sure I will never be able to play by notes on it, but does it really matter?
Many years ago when I traveled to Munich at least once a month, I stopped at Kunst & Spiel shop. Like usual. A charming small shop on a busy street in Munich. Always when I entered I felt like being in another world. I liked most of the things they were selling (well, they still do!). Each time I was there, I looked at the xylophone, a charming instrument I owned when I was a little girl. I have never learned how to play it properly. So, one day, my ex-husband took it from the shelf and bought it for me. How happy I was! From time to time I play myself a song that is composed by me, by a sudden inspiration. No notes. Sometimes I just look at it and feel it under my fingers. I am almost sure I will never be able to play by notes on it, but does it really matter?
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
1 comment:
Our Christmas present to Leila was a wooden xylophone - I love the sound it makes. I am so unco-ordinated though - when you see the musicians playing the large ones they can play with two sticks at once - I just cannot do it. I think it's like tapping your head with one hand while rubbing your tummy with the other - you can either do it or you can't!
Post a Comment