The piano sits to the side of our kitchen – the only room it would fit in when the weary movers saw our narrow ‘character house’ entrance. Mostly it is just there – the holder of space and memories. It has been important to me since I was 5, and yet, for the most part, it sits ignored.
I have the best of intentions to do more than just wrangle out a roll or two on odd occasions – Christmas, family visits, new friends who haven’t seen it before. I want to do more. To accompany my picked-out melody, a big-note easy ‘The Rose’ with harmonies, some bass, maybe even some fabulous deep rhythms.