The Instrument I Would Play

Even when I'd mastered the instrument I would pick up if I were able, I'd still learn to play the acoustic guitar and violin. That's because the combination of those two and the instrument dear to me is blissful, providing moments of epiphany and a rush of imagination. Played with heart, the emotion stirred by the melodies of these three tools are personally sweet to me. Maybe it's just my preference, but violin, guitar and the piano always tug a string or two.

My favourite piano song. The Twilight version - Bella's Lullaby - is good as well.

The instrument I DID play was piano. No, I wasn't hallucinating or being possessed by Mozart. When I was a kid (can't remember what age) and still had strength in both of my arms, I was taught weekly to play it. I think I could play Happy Birthday, Baa Baa Black Sheep and a few more songs for Grade 1 pianists. So if I were able on my upper body or were completely normal, it's quite obvious why my choice is the piano.

Even if my upper body was able, I wouldn't be able to do what he does at 1:57.

Maybe I yearn to let my fingers dance on the piano because I once had the ability to do so. Or maybe piano was from where I knew about music, and so I want to relive the joy of creating music myself. Reasons are plenty, but none are much more influential than years of listening my sister banging playing the piano.

Subconsciously, I just want to show my sis the correct way of manoeuvring around the instrument. I want to tell her so badly that the piano itself is screaming (together with my eardrums). Yes, definitely! But pushing aside what I may be thinking subconsciously, piano carries a lot of my memories.

I used to sing along when she played covers of songs. I used to hum along when she practised her classical pieces. Now, after my eardrums have become immune to her pollution playing, I'd become engaged when she performs Moonlight Sonata if, in the first place, I was listening intently. =P

My sis isn't on par with him. But her decent try must have awaken the whole neighbourhood.

Treading further down the road not taken, I would ensure that while I may lack the skill and deftness of Beethoven, I'd embrace the piano with emotion. Like a broken dam, the piano would be a channel where I release my overwhelming feelings to touch the others. And I'd do that in a hotel, in a bar or just by the street serenading the pedestrians.

I would, really would. But for my hope of sharing a piece of my heart with others, thank God I'm still doing exactly that, with writing, with Unseen Footsteps.

You know, with ample training for head-falling, I'd execute his moves from 1:40 to 1:45 perfectly. =D