Something that Ted likes to do on Saturdays is to go thrift store hopping. Saver's. Deseret Industries. Just whatever we are close to. He goes looking for electronics and such. Some things he sells. Some things he adds to the crap that clutters my basement.
Today, we were wandering around and ended up at a Deseret Industries on 4500 South. While wandering, all of the sudden, we heard this beautiful music. It was piano music. It was just lovely.
I went to find the source. I walked around the corner and see a small child sitting at a piano that someone had donated. A piano that was no longer needed. A piano that was for sale. A piano with a little post it note on it that said, "Please get permission before playing". I understand the sentiments of the notes - children are naturally drawn to something like this. The child sitting at the piano was seven, maybe eight years old. I automatically assume that it's a player piano as classical music comes from it. Then I get close enough to realize that this child is playing the piano. He's playing without music. His little fingers playing Mozart with all of his heart. He changes the tune. He does another one. Never faltering. Every once in a while, but very seldom, does he miss a note.
When Ted sees the child playing, he says, "player piano?". He assumed as I did. Then I notice everyone within seeing distance has stopped and they are just watching. The music filled the entire store. It was the sound of joy. Everyone who sees is in awe.
I am shocked. I am amazed. All of this talent just bursting from this child. I wanted to record him playing, but felt that it would be intrusive. I would have loved to have posted a video here so you could believe exactly what I am saying. Maybe just so you could feel the joy.
HMMMMMM.
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