The Piano

The piano is a beautiful instrument that warmed its way into my heart the first time I ever heard its magical sound. When I started playing the piano, I didn’t have a choice, it possessed me. I could not deny the flowing rhythm, pulsing beat, or the surreal noise. The piano is not an instrument, it is a spell. I was cast under this spell from the very beginning. I love playing the piano.

There is always silent and peaceful moment, a concealed passion before I play it alone in my dimly lit room. I sit on the edge of my piano stool, close my eyes and smell the air. I put my fingers on the keys and feel their cold and smooth touch like marble. My energy, which is normally hiding deep in my heart, gradually spills out and travels excitedly to the tips of my fingers. I love listening to the echo of simple chords filling my small room. I feel my heart fills with joy and sadness with the movement of the melodies. These times are some of the precious moments in my life. It allows me to imagine anything -I can see the tears on the cheek of beautiful swan, or I can even become a part of the harsh mountain winds.

In other words, it enables me to make my own world. It puts me back to a blank slate. The moment I put all my energy to play a tune is the only time when I feel my heart is completely released from struggle. Nothing else can make me so honest, as I can calmly and objectively see what is happening in my mind just by playing a simple song. It is for these feelings; those that always cheer me up and give me energy to live even in tough times that I love playing my piano. Whenever I am feeling distraught or am pondering over a problem, I can turn to the piano to pound on the keys, or float freely above them.

The piano can help me release my emotions and either get rid or live in them. You can always tell my mood by the song I am playing.Black and white keys bring a grin upon my face, enchanting 17th century musician’s songs are music to my ears, notes on a staff make my day, and the piano is the best entertainment system anyone could ever ask for. The piano is my puppeteer, controlling my fingers as they float over the keys. The piano is my possessor, calling out its songs to me. The piano is my friend, helping me release my emotions. And finally, the piano is my comfort zone, relaxing me from head to toe whenever my fingers come in contact with the keys. There is always a silent and peaceful moment, a concealed passion before I play the piano alone in my dimly lit room. I sit on the edge of my old chair, close my eyes and put my fingers on the cold keys. My energy gradually spills out and travels excitedly to the tips of my fingers. My heart fills with emotions with the melodies' movements. In these precious moments, I can imagine anything : from the tears on the cheek of a swan to  part of the harsh mountain winds. It puts me back to a blank slate. Nothing else can make me so honest, as I can calmly see what is happening in my mind just by playing a simple song. It is for these feelings-those that always cheer me up and give me energy to live even in tough times-that I love playing my piano. The piano has magic; this magic is what keeps me playing. I could never have chosen a more enchanting instrument to play.

No one could ever take away the puzzle piece of the piano in my life, for it is now part of me, it is glued in place. Without the piano, I would not be who I am today, I would not be complete. But with it, I am much more. I am something beyond words. I am a magician, waiting to pull my rabbit out of the hat. 

I am Emmanuel the whole, full Emmanuel Joseph Noel. I am one with the piano. And when I get lost in the song , I am the piano. And that is why I believe in the piano.