The Driver

Just this morning, I rode a tricycle driven by a Marine Biologist. When I asked him why he's only driving a tricycle, he answered that he was already tired of life on a boat. "Where are you heading?" he asked me. MSU, I said. "Ali." Come. He asked me what year I'm in as soon as …

Frédéric

It’s a cold night. I’m left alone as my family has gone for a visit to a relative’s house. With nothing to do, I rummage through the pieces strewn all over the face of the piano: Scott Joplin, Beethoven, Mozart, Bach, Clementi, and many others. Deep into the layers of printed pieces, I come across …

A Dream in a Minor Key

It was the summer at the end of fifth grade. My brother, after seeing a violin ensemble perform at our church, managed to convince my parents to enroll him in music lessons. He wanted to play the violin, but my parents believed that he should start with the piano in order to establish a solid musical …