A Lid for Every Pot

My Grandma Peacock used to say, "There's a lid for every pot."  I think I included that before in my 365-Day Project of a painting/drawing a day, but not before did the phrase take center stage.  I'm glad these two found each other. (-;

Day 214. Long Fingers Give Good Piano (SOLD)

Finally, he was no longer seen as a "strange creature with freakishly long fingers."  From the moment he sat down in front of a piano, his raison d'être, the reason for his existence, the reason for his physical abnormality, became clear.  He was made, unlike anyone or anything else, to master this beauty before him.  Now, celebrated as unique in the world, his ability to play 4 octaves with one hand could be surpassed by no one.  True love, indeed.  Now with complete certainty he knew, there is "a lid for every pot."