Somewhere on this site Rickster had a great poem about the emotional relationships with an old piano ....
I imagine whisperings from the old pianos in different voices at night talking of the past while the winds blow through the tree leaves in the windows behind them...
Hi Beth, and congratulations on your new-to-you Mason & Hamlin piano!
When I read your post I thought about the poem you may have been referring to so I went back in the archives and found this one; actually, I've written and posted several poems "off the cuff", if you will, on Piano World.
Maybe this is it...
â€œThe poet in meâ€
The poet in me has been suppressed of late
Yet the thoughts still come, though I hesitate
I do enjoy the expression of reality in its totality
To make some sense of joy and malady
I have a tendency to read between the lines
Iâ€™ve been told to stop it, that itâ€™s asinine
Yet, I still see and hear
Things that are not obvious to the eye and ear
As time goes on and as I live and learn
Iâ€™ve come to enjoy the simple things at every turn
Wisdom is not granted or given away
Itâ€™s learned through experience day by day
I donâ€™t know if itâ€™s wise or not
But Iâ€™ve learned to love the piano a lot
Itâ€™s an instrument thatâ€™s intriguing and mathematical
With 88 keys and notes that are chromatical
It sounds so nice when in tune and on par
When we play the written music bar after bar
Or play by ear and use our intuition
Either way, itâ€™s not just a premonition
Pianos are wonderful, of that Iâ€™m quite sure
Thereâ€™s so much to know and much to endure
Whether we read music or play by ear
Itâ€™s just another example of things we hold dear
So, with that Iâ€™ll close, and end this writing
For now my piano is so inviting
Iâ€™ve had my morning coffee and even a double
Now itâ€™s time to play to ease my trouble
Have a wonderful day all!!