I’ve played the piano since I was 12 years old. I took private lessons for nearly eight years. I’m a very good pianist. Along the way, I also played the violin, saxophone, and concert percussion. I was even a music major in college for two years. So, I’ve learned a lot about life by playing music. It’s helped me express things I never knew I was capable of. I like to equate love with music. Any suggestion of sex in the description that follows is totally unintentional (I know what you’re thinking lol).
Love is a duet played by two people. You have to be on the same page together. You also need to be in the same “key” as the other person. You usually start at a slow tempo but gradually you can speed up the relationship. When it gets going, you build to a dramatic crescendo and then there’s resolution. And just like music, there’s variation and repetition. You do things you like together so there’s the repetition. Sometimes you have to spice up your relationship so there’s the variation.
A good musician knows what their instrument is capable of and how to get the best sound out of it. I can usually get good results from any piano unless it has a lot of broken keys (the horror! people should take care of their pianos). A piano such as a Steinway can make anybody sound good. It’s a pleasure to play such a beautiful instrument. You also need to keep your instrument tuned. Regular maintenance will ensure a long life for the instrument. The same is true of a relationship. If you treat your partner well and care for them, they will stay in tune with you. When you know them well enough your relationship can really grow.
So, yes I think love is like music. Everything you need to know about love can be learned from music. The piano has always been there for me. She’s never let me down. She’s accepted me unconditionally. She’s forgiven my mistakes. She’s let me be gentle and passionate. She’s let me play with wild and free abandon at times. She’s always the same with 88 keys, 52 white and 36 black. The piano is, without a doubt, my first love.
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