Piano recital

                When I heard my friend at his piano recital I was jubilant for him, I could not contain all the happiness that I was feeling for him, and in fact it was spilling onto the floor in the form of tears of happiness. When I got to the recital, he began playing a form of music that I had not heard, but had kissed my eardrums and wrapped my brain in a field of musical fluidity and beauty that every time I would hear it on the radio from now on I would immediately think of that magical evening when my friend used all his hard-worked skill into making that simple recital into an unforgettable one. His fingers were moving as if he were trying to operate some sort of machinery at its fastest pace, and the keys were just firing away to whatever note key he pressed as if their lives depended on it. By the time the recital was over, I felt as if I just heard Mozart himself playing this music, it was very beautiful and it made me feel as if I was listening to a double rainbow on a warm sunny day.