Piano - Blog Posts
Sarah Bareilles - Love Song (2007)
"How did you learn how to play that soundtrack song?" Easy. I just press random keys until I get war flashbacks
☆ミ Title： ツェペシュの幼き末裔 （Meaning "The Young Descendant of Tepes".）
☆ミ Album： Touhou Quartet 9 「東方四重奏９」
☆ミ Circle： TAMUSIC 「タムシック」
Original Theme: The Young Descendant of Tepes
From The Embodiment of Scarlet Devil,Touhou Project.
None of this is mine. The art and music do not belong to me.
A classy lady plays a piano with her delicate fingersAnd as she plays, her music lingersIn the air, like a sweet perfumeFilling the room with a soft, gentle tuneHer fingers dance across the keysCreating melodies that bring people to their kneesThe sound of the piano is like a songAs she plays, it feels like nothing is wrongThe notes she plays are all in tuneAnd every beat is like a beautiful runeA sound that's pure and light as a featherHer music is what brings everyone togetherHer playing is so graceful and divineAnd every note is like a beautiful rhymeHer music touches hearts, from near and farAnd for that, she is an exquisite star
Cool Jazz is my favorite music genre, and Vince Guaraldi knows how to set a mood.
reader serenades Emily on a restaurant rooftop in paris it's bought out for the night 
there's a piano
reader decides to go and play a song for Em
maybe even sings
Emily is so in love actually start tearing up(her version of sobbing)
Reader propose to Emily on a secluded rooftop in Paris!!!!
Enjoy Sunflower 🌻
The Proposal 💍
The sky over Paris had just started to soften into dusky lavender when Emily stepped into the candlelight glow of the restaurant's terrace, her black dress hugging her silhouette perfectly with a shawl to match.
Y/N stood waiting in a perfectly tailored midnight-blue suit, open collar just enough to be casual, but polished with her signature edge. She didn't take her eyes off Emily until she reached the table.
Y/N pulled Emily's chair out, brushed a kiss to her knuckles and sat opposite with a look that said she still couldn't believe her luck.
The place was exquisite, crystal chandeliers, gold accents, a view of the Eiffel Tower from the windows, and the sound of clinking glasses blending with the soft jazz coming from the small quartet.
In the middle of them sat an unattended glossy black baby grand piano. They shared champagne and soft laughter through dinner, filet mignon for Emily, duck à l’orange for Y/N.
Dessert was nearly finished when Y/N stood up suddenly, “Where are you going?” Emily asked, brows lifted in amused suspicion. Y/N just smirked, “Trust me, sweetheart.”
They walked across the restaurant to the piano, catching the attention of the musicians as she gently gestured toward the keys. After a quiet exchange in French, they nodded and adjusted their tempo.
Y/N unbuttoned her jacket and sat at the piano, rolling her sleeves just a touch as she placed her fingers on the keys. The first few bars of “La Vie en Rose” drifted out from beneath her hands.
Soft, elegant, perfectly paced. Emily froze, eyes wide, hand gently fluttering to her lips. Then Y/N sang. In flawless French, her rich, low voice rolled through the restaurant like velvet.
" Quand il me prend dans ses bras Il me parle tout bas Je vois la vie en rose… "
Emily’s heart clenched.
" Il me dit des mots d’amour Des mots de tous les jours Et ça me fait quelque chose… "
The band joined in one by one, violin, upright bass, saxophone, like the city itself had conspired with Y/N. Every guest turned toward her, but Y/N only had eyes for love.
When the final note echoed out, the restaurant burst into gentle applause, but Emily didn’t clap. She stood, breathless, teary, and walked straight to Y/N, grabbing her cheeks with both hands to kiss her.
“You are unbelievable,” she whispered against her lips. Y/N gave her a secretive grin. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” They laced their fingers together and led her upstairs, past waitstaff who opened the doors with knowing smiles.
The rooftop was magic.
Hundreds of tiny candles flickered in hurricane jars arranged in winding paths across the stone floor. A scattering of petals curved around a table with two glasses of champagne already waiting.
In the far corner, the Eiffel Tower glittered just above the city skyline. Y/N turned to face Emily, hands slightly trembling now.
“I set this up… weeks ago,” they admitted softly. “I knew I wanted to do it here. In the city of lights, in the city of love. Because you... you make everything brighter. Everything warmer. You make me feel like I’m seeing life in color for the first time.”
Emily’s eyes brimmed with tears. Y/N dropped to one knee and opened the velvet box. “Emily Prentiss... will you marry me?” Emily let out a breathless laugh, crying now, nodding frantically.
“Yes,” she whispered, then louder. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Y/N slid the ring onto her finger, stood, and Emily kissed her so hard they nearly knocked over the closest candle. Paris glowed beneath them, and above them, and all around them.
The brightest part of the city right in front of Y/N's eyes, Emily.
the piano is my happy place
Music as Metaphor
In the video above, India sits at the piano, playing a soft melody to herself. In this moment, she is alone, reflecting on her predicament. She has a violent darkness in her that at this moment, causes her more sadness than anything else. This is her meditation.
Charlie enters, the looming figure that is representative of this darkness made flesh. Charlie is outwardly violent, unashamedly manipulative, and takes immense joy in his cruelty. Throughout the film, he attempts to indoctrinate India into this ideology. He interrupts her melody with the kind of deep, foreboding chords you would expect, which India futilely attempts to rebuff with her original, soft melody. The following scene perfectly illustrates the relationship between the two characters without a word being said.
While India is still technically in control of the song, Charlie is controlling it’s tone and atmosphere with these dark bass notes. Much like in life, he is trying to get under her skin, and seduce her into his psychosis. Note how he ever-so-gently let’s their hands touch 19 seconds in, daring her to get closer to him, daring her to let him lead. Perhaps excited by this touch, India gives in, and at this point the song becomes a duet.
This is music as metaphor.
Closing her eyes, India allows the music to naturally progress, lowering her defenses, entertaining the idea of harmony. Charlie brilliantly picks up on this moment of weakness, and utilities it to completely take control, changing the music dramatically as well as closing the gap between them physically. She loses all her autonomy in the song, and for a moment plays nothing. She should not have thought cooperation would come so easily.
Unwilling to accept this, she herself makes a bold move; changing the mood of the song. She enters with a lighter, much more playful flourish, as if this is all a game or competition. Look at how she looks at Charlie; she wants to know just how much she can control him, to what extent she can lead (or equally, to what extent he’ll let her lead). She studies his face intensely, desperately curious how he will react. she has been baited, and by engaging Charlie rather than ignoring him, she is already letting him take control. This is especially pertinent given how light and and playful the song has become.
That said, listen to what happens when their eyes meet; however playful, the notes start to sting.
India realises her mistake, and yet again tries to rectify it. However, it is too late, in this moment they connected, and a sad, dark honesty comes out in the song. India knows she is like Charlie, sh knows it but she hates it, and right now she cannot deny it. Charlie realises that he has more power over India now by allowing her to take the lead, and allows her the spiral downwards around the 1:25 mark. He knows what it will lead to; the ostinato.
This is the moment when India and Charlie are truly working together; India allows herself not to lead or follow, but to work in unison with this monster. This is when she has fallen completely under his spell, and she allows herself to. Charlie understands this, and the physical barrier between them completely breaks down. The music grows somewhat sadder as India feels the lust and longing in her grow from this physical contact. She knows what Charlie is. She knows what she is. She cannot help what she wants. This is the closest the two get to having a sex scene in the film, and honestly, it’s an infinitely more effective way of conveying their relationship to one another. Charlie moves out from behind India, knowing his seduction has worked. India closes her eyes, her legs tense, and she is lost in the song.
The song abruptly stops, and there is a clear look of both exhaustion, horror and realisation on India’s face. She pants and takes the silence in. Charlie leans in to kiss her, and also disappears behind her in the shot. When she turns to him, she see’s he was never actually there.
This is the power he holds over her.
Stoker is a fantastic film from one of my favourite working Directors, and I feel this scene perfectly illustrates the idea of music as metaphor in cinema.
Source: Pinterest
Went to a beautiful café in my hometown today with one of my best friends 💕 I also decided to start playing the piano more frequently again and bought the Bridgerton Song book, since I prefer modern piano covers
私が選んだ、David Benoit のクールな楽曲集です。選曲はかなりマニアックです。
This is a collection of cool David Benoit songs selected by me. The song selection is quite maniacal.
🦋🐾
Posted after such a long time😅
Made this last year.
POV Margarita is learning to play the piano but you're the piano
PIANO
me during reasonable hours of the day: i never want to do anything in my life Ever
me at 3 am: I Have To Learn How To Play The Piano Immediately
The Sacred geometry of Nature presented to you in an autumnal, festive video - alongside Truesathru's Celtic 432 Hz cinematic music.
whoever wrote flight of the bumblebee was so right. that sounds like a bumblebee alright. spot on.
can’t believe i have to study “music theory” and “basics”. what do you mean i can’t just 🎵🎶🎵🎵🎶🎵
Even if it was for one year in fifth grade <3
Extra points for leaving in tags for how many years and if you still do
𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗜'𝗺 𝗯𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻'
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Explorer sky kid part 2! Loved his music!🎶🎵🎶
Predicted to explode in Japan!
Work background music for studying, working, reading, and sleeping. Piano music that improves your concentration and immersion. It will definitely improve your quality of life.
Predicted to explode in Japan!
Work background music for studying, working, reading, and sleeping. Piano music that improves your concentration and immersion. It will definitely improve your quality of life.