the Organs of a Piano.

Yesterday, I cleared the top of my piano clean (the way it SHOULD be) and opened it up. I clicked a few keys and watch the wooden levers tap the metal strings inside the Yamaha Spinnit. It's all so beautiful to me, how much beauty can be drained out of piano-- and all from the mechanics inside. Am I stange for opening up my piano when I play instead of leaving it closed like it usually is? I don't really care if the answer is yes.

I like to open things up. I like to open people up. I like to see the inside of things. Because the inside, that's where the beauty happens. The inside is what's naturally making eveything work; and you can say that about almost anything. A human body-- all the organs and bones on the inside are what make the body function properly and beautifully. Same with a piano, or pretty much any instrument. Any form of technology, a computer, a tv. Even with houses-- you don't like a house because of it's outside, do you? For some people, the outside of the house does count for something, but you're not going to buy a house because 'it looks pretty'. What's on the inside?

I guess that's why I ask such random questions to people. It's all in the process of opening them up; making them think outside of there image. Going beyond what they see with there eyes, but rather; seeing what's inside of the world and themselves. It's going beyond this natural 'mask' they put on. What is behind that mask? Opening people up I find, is one of my favorite things to do. To see what a human thinks, or why he/she makes the desicions she makes, fascinates me and gets people closer to helping eachother. I just wish people could learn to accept and love the insides of other people, and see the potential they have.

Every human being has potential in SOMETHING (even if it's having potential in being potential.) That alone is a glimpse of hope. but when a human is hypocritical enough to call someone stupid, that's not subtracting hope itself but subtracting the insulted human being from seeing the hope.

When you see a book, you don't just look at the cover, right? That's not what books were made for. They were made to look inside and see all the amazing things that can be learned, or finding extreme wonders that the human mind would never think up of on its own.

Why don't we try opening up someone? Let's not open up people to insult/criticize them, but accept/love/help them. Appreciate them, be fascinated but the extreme wonders they have come up with or experienced.

Because it's one of the most beautiful things; listening to an open piano being played.

--Chrissy Z