Is not there a position more noble in this world than to make music? To control the sound - the tone, the depth, the intensity - of the music in which we take pleasure. In the end it is not I who has full control of sound - but the many hands who have laid themselves upon my keys to form sound waves into golden threads of love, hate and emotion that make music more. My humble purpose - a simple container for all of this dormant emotion.
They call me the Piano. They being of course my family - the pods of young people that crowd my benches during their free periods. Only a few have the gift of using my keys and strings correctly (some are actually quite abusive). The best part - my favorite thing - is watching the progression of their talents. To see a youth gain skill and become an artist. For me nothing is more rewarding than this.
My most prized talent lies in my patience. I am here waiting for you. Come, my dear, and make music.
