The Piano Knows Something I Don't Know

If I had to choose a favorite instrument among the many that please my ear, I would have to go with piano. I find it has the most soothing of sounds, with silvery, tinkling high notes, or rich, melodious low ones. Piano can be sassy, jazzy, declarative, or the deepest of melancholy. It can be bubbly, high-spirited, and enchanting. I love its versatility, and I think that's why it appeals so much to me. Its sound is only limited by the player's imagination; as though the monochromatic keys issue a dare with the press of each note: "be adventurous, be creative; paint with the invisible words that say so much."

A lovely piano that belongs to a friend of mine.

When I type, I like to listen to piano. That way, I can pretend that those soulful notes emanating from my iTunes are my creation. Reality reveals, however, that I will always love piano music from afar because regrettably, I lack the skill and dexterity required to produce even a string of sequential harmonious notes. *Sigh....*