His expertise on the piano for which he was always self-effacing was jaw dropping. He would sit at any piano and make it his and would draw a melody from it that only a true maestro could render. His art was so powerful he could make you laugh or cry or reminisce or lose you in just plain awe. And these are not superlatives. When the man put his hands on a keyboard, magic happened. Not magick with a 'k', but the real stuff that eschews power and reaches past the skeptical mind to the heart where we as children always remembered what true wonder was.
He always had a good word for everybody and I will very much miss him.
I know the Music of Heaven is sweet. It is now slightly sweeter.
"Precious in the sight of the Lord is the passing of His faithful servants."
I know the Music of Heaven is sweet. It is now slightly sweeter.
"Precious in the sight of the Lord is the passing of His faithful servants."
All my prayers and condolences to you and everyone else affected by his passing.
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