Had I been lucky enough to be raised in a home with a piano, I know I would have at least self taught myself to play a few little ditties, even though we could never afford lessons. But, of course, in those days buying even a used piano was completely out of the question.
I feel incredibly fortunate since retiring that, not only do I now have a piano (already on the second one) but, I can even play a couple of tunes. It’s the most magical thing really. I’ll never be any good, but it does bring me joy.
I play Haydn after a black day and feel a simple warmth in my hands. … The keys are willing. Soft hammers strike.
poet Tomas Transtromer from his poem, Allegro
In fact, simply having the piano in the house is a source of incredible pleasure. She’s beautiful as well. It’s my favourite piece of furniture. My lovely Yamaha is one piece of furniture I’d never willingly give up. It’s a source of pleasure and contentment that goes deep.
What got me started, again, on this topic was a blog post I read by author Austin Kleon. I found it hit such a chord I thought you might also like to read his short blog post.
Although I don’t play with the fluidity or musicality of someone who began in their youth, there is a lot of satisfaction in learning to play. When I was first able to actually play a particular tune and it sounded like it truly was intended, I imagined how it must feel to someone learning to parachute. There is some fear and trepidation at the beginning but an anticipation. Then when you make the final leap, arms outstretched flying through the air, the sense of freedom overwhelms.
As ineptly as I play, the rewards are many. Playing connects me to another form of beauty. It connects me to composers and musicians who once wrote these scores. Playing promotes a gentleness which we all need more of in this world. And, despite how short a time ago I began this journey with the piano, it gives me something to cling to in a more meaningful way.
There is a piano in my home.
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yes, a piano is a necessity for me as well. it’s a relaxing agent for me. in fact, if the power is ever off, i sit and play.
beautifully photographed
Absolutely beautiful and moving reflection on the joys of learning slowly but surely a new creative skill. The pleasure we derive is really indescribable.
I always wanted to learn piano, but I got stuck with the trombone since that’s what Dad already had from his youth. There’s always something so magical about being able to play piano with two hands. Black and white photos of pianos, like above, give it such a stately, sophisticated look.
I admire you for taking up the piano. When I see a piano in a home I assume there is a warmth at the heart of the family nurtured by celebrations, gatherings, small children dancing and laughter. I sense this even though personally this was not the case. There was a time when we had three pianos in our family. an upright and a baby grand in the house and a grand piano in the barn. Both parents played but not for the pleasure of their children. Despite longing to know how to play, lessons were never forthcoming. As I write this the familiar sense of neglect stirs. My sister has begun piano lessons in her retirement, I am very proud of her. I don’t think this is a route I will take but you never know.