Sonata reminds me of my teenage years when I took piano lessons. For hours I played and played again Falling Waters until I thought no one else could ever play it that well. But alas, the old upright piano is probably somewhere now in an antigue place, and I have long since forgotten all of that piece. I can still, at age 85, play part of it if I ever have a chance to touch those ivories again. Thank you for Sonata, Naomi, to dredge up memories of long ago and a time of peace in a full house of sisters and brothers on the prairie in South Dakota. Emma

excellent insight into unseen inner feelings...~Z~

an interesting predicament ... well written ...

This is very unique and beautiful.

That is why people buy records and CDs...to hear the songs and the music again and again.

Sandie May Angel