Hymn to Freedom

Perspiration trickles down the face of the massive man at the piano, as his fingers alternately fly over the keys or dig deep into the notes with chords that would stir the hardest heart. A particular chord progression, and it’s easy to imagine the audience catching their collective breath as the pianist’s slow, measured notes burst forth into unbelievably fast broken chords. If one is sitting close enough to the stage, perhaps one can see the pianist mouthing a few of the words as his fingers call out the music from somewhere deep within him, deep within the piano, deep within the heart of humanity itself. “When everyone joins in our song and together singing harmony, that’s when we’ll be free…”