A glance over the shoulder a whisper in the mist, an echo through the trees. Spirit travelers, shamans and tricksters. As surely as his paddle slices the surface, he knows he is not alone. Poem by Wintercove Paddler in the early morning mist.
This is my favorite instrument, piano. My family like traditional Chinese instruments more than western instruments. But I choose playing the piano. Piano shows complete different music world to me. Its world is elegant and merry.