Piano Love

"I was 6 when I heard my friend's aunt play the piano. The sound she created, the notes she touched and the way she played made me feel like I was in a very warm place, just like the ones you see in movies. And she played it with a big smile on her face. She always used to tell me that playing piano is like caressing a baby, soft and gentle.  

I was 7 when I first played a G note in my upright piano. It sounded like door banging. I cried. After many cries, I eventually learned to play without the door banging.  

I was 12, but I still couldn't create melody, I still couldn't feel warmth when I played. Sure, everyone said I was a genius, but when She played, it still felt fresh and warm and I felt like a 6-year-old me.  

I was 16 when I heard her play. I heard her, but this time something was off. First, I felt goosebumps, then I was the only one in an isolated dark room with distant cries in the background. I saw and heard her and the piano coming right at me. I tried to scream, but in vain. I was in a never ending loop. That 5 minutes felt like 5 hours of horror and excruciating psychological agony. She smiled after her performance.  

Then, I never played the same. Sure, that would make people think that I would quit piano. But, fortunately, I didn't.  

I am 19 and I heard her play just few months before. Like always, she was full of surprises. I felt her weak but agile. A small child playing the piano but with confidence and professionalism. It depicted her as a virtuoso by birth. 

Now I play. I play good enough to satisfy my heart. But, I hope when I turn 30, I'll be able to move people just like her. "  

-Excerpt from my journal (2k16)

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