What a great time we’ve had together. I remember the day I got you – a brambly, shy, super awkward teenager. I was all “oh really? This is my new owner?” And then you sat down to play me and I was all “oh heck yes, this is my new owner!”
You practiced Canon in D until I wanted to malfunction. You thought no one was watching when you would put on your black sunglasses, lean your head back and jazzy improvise crazy made-up songs, Ray Charles style; or when you would don a beautiful dress and make like you were walking across the stage at Carnegie Hall to play a sold-out piano concert featuring special guest Itzhak Perlman on violin.
But I saw. And I loved it. I liked that, for at least a moment or two, whenever you would sit down at my bench, you would lose yourself in the music – nothing mattered but artistry, interpretation and excellence. And you delivered that, time after time.
I’ve greatly enjoyed our time together. I’ve loved being practiced on, composed on, dreamed on and played on. I’m moving away, it’s true, but I’ll never forget al the fun we had and all the musical and personal growth I got to see in your life. Thank you for making me a part of it.