I started to play the piano when I was seven years old and it provided the soundtrack to my early years and a means of expression where words failed me. I remember joining dozens of other children at the annual eisteddfod as we all played the same piece of music for the judges. It even struck me then that no two people play the same. My soul had a voice.
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