What a cute kid! My mom tells me I would sit at the piano and play and sing what sounded like real music. I remember making up harmony parts to the old hymns in the Methodist church we attended when I was but a wee lad. I especially liked the "amen" at the end of every song. I would doodle ad libs all over it. I love to make music, improvise in it, participate with it. Songs are in everything I see, everything I do. My mind is always writing the soundtrack of the BIG show- daily life. It's in me. Squeeze me and notes ooze out of every pore...hhmmm, gross. Anyway, music has been veddy veddy good to me.I like to think about the Sound Of Heaven. I like to think it can be heard when I sing and play my songs. I wonder if the little boy in the picture could hear the Sound in my music? Sometimes, when I'm really still, I can hear him singing a celestial hymn. It sounds like Heaven. And he still ends it with "amen".
