I played the piano today for the first time since before the Christchurch earthquakes. After February 22nd 2011, we sold our piano because it was an earthquake hazard and Elizabeth was only 18 months at the time and easily squashed and killed by heavy items of furniture toppling over during aftershocks. We haven’t had one since … until now.
The house we’re renting in Aberdeen came with a piano. I’m sure this biased me in favour of this place but it does have many other great features too, the piano was just a bonus. On Wednesday this week all our stuff arrived from New Zealand and with it my piano music. I don’t know any songs off by heart, I’m not a particularly good pianist, and I’m really rusty having not played for more than three years now, but this doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy playing. In fact, I love it. I’m so grateful to my parents for giving me piano lessons as a child so that now I can lose myself in music. I love listening to music but playing music yourself is different. It’s the only time my head is completely empty of thoughts and solely focused on one thing – the music. It’s wonderful.
I don’t think this piano has been played for years as some of the keys are a bit sticky. The more I press them the less sticky they become and the less rusty I feel. It’s as though we were meant for each other, this piano and I.