A cherished object is by definition… an object we hold dear. Well, I have had a little trouble with this definition because as soon as I entered the CHERISHED blogfest hosted by Damyanti, Dan, Paul, Peter and Sharukh, I knew which “object” I wanted to write about. Problem is, it is not an object. Not to me, anyway. It is a musical instrument.
As I have said before, my piano is my best friend among those that can’t talk. But today, I want to alter this statement. My piano can talk. I assure you, it can. It just uses words of another kind. For every note and every silence form a dialogue of their own. Every crescendo makes my heart swell like billowing fabric in the wind and every long, heavy note is like the warm embrace of an old friend.
There is a lot to say about my piano. The first one being that it is not near me right now. It is standing still in Sofia, waiting in silence until I come back home. It is a patient friend, you see. And a great listener. I am lucky, really.
Don’t you worry. I do have actual friends who breathe oxygen like I do and support me in difficult times. But sometimes, oxygen isn’t enough. Sometimes, music is all my lungs need (bare with me while this metaphor falls apart). Sometimes, I don’t feel like talking or sharing and I certainly don’t feel like pretending. In times like these, my piano is my refuge. Just like a painter’s canvas, it allows me to express myself and there is only one other shelter I can think of – writing.
I have often wondered what my life would’ve been if when I was 7, my friend had not started piano lessons, inspiring me to do the same. He gave up eventually, it wasn’t for him, he said.
As for me, a whole new world opened up. And if it hadn’t been for him, I might be someone else today. I would be someone else, someone completely and utterly different. Isn’t it strange? The thought of it actually scares me.
I wish I could take a picture of my piano right now but that’s okay. Because in a way, it doesn’t matter if it is my piano or someone else’s – the music will always be same. Maybe what I’m trying to say is what I cherish the most is not my piano…
It is music.
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