We have a new addition to the lounge room.
This baby upright, walnut-polished Steinbach fits nice and snug into our compact space, as if it always belonged. We’re renting it for a three month period to see how it fits in to our lives, whether we take to one another, like the way of all relationships. If we continue the way we’ve begun, I think we may have to extend the lease.
Of a morning Keira has been drifting to it before breakfast, playing notes and imaginary songs to herself, long enough for Adam to have made the first rule: no piano before 9am on the weekends.
Me? I sat down and played songs from memory (and ‘Memory’, from Cats); they came out of the ends of my fingers like magic. The harder I thought the worse the notes went, but if I switched my mind off they returned. My fingers are rusty, sure, and I’m not quite sure where I should start practice wise, but there is one thing I’m determined to do, and that is learn the score to The Piano. Once upon a time I played the first half of this passably:
I might again one day, and then some.
