when words fail, music speaks
Today I am grateful that music isn't written in Spanish or English, and that I can play piano at whatever conference, fireside, baptism, or meeting that I attend, and everyone understands me. Sure, I can't speak your language, but I can play a mean musical number.
On Saturday we attended a baptism of a woman who had her severely handicapped brother with her. He walked around, shouted, and was a bit of a distraction. But whenever music started playing, he tapped right along to the beat in perfect rhythm. It's almost as if the music transcended his handicap, spoke to him, and he understood it perfectly. Music, my friends, is a wonderful thing.
On a lighter note, I stumbled upon this gem today, recorded over a year ago.
Were we talented or what?