I watched his hands move up and down the keys of the immaculate black grand piano. He brought forth the notes effortlessly, making sounds that stirred something breathless within me.
We had both just graduated with undergraduate degrees in genetics. He was leaving in a week to move back to Iran. I was staying on for a few months to finish up a project on pea chloroplasts. After that? I was not entirely sure.
This man, a man who I had not given a second thought until that very moment, was suddenly the most desirable man I knew. It was powerful. It was heady. The swell of the song’s crescendos and decrescendos distorted my reality. I began thinking irrational thoughts.
How do I keep this music for myself?
He asked me to play a duet with him. I complied. We made beautiful music together, there in that room.
Notes, people. We made beautiful music notes!
I had come to the student center practice rooms with my sheet music intending to practice by myself. We ran into each other there by chance, the last familiar faces left on campus.
A few hours later, over a cup of coffee, the spell was broken. I felt a deep loss, grief even. I wanted to go back there, back to that piano…
The seductive power of music.
My son started piano lessons last week. Listening to him bang out his first official notes brought to mind this old lost memory from another time. A brief interlude. I had not thought about my friend for years. We never spoke again and I rarely play anymore.
I wonder where he is now? Is he teaching his own son how to play?
I see the piano lessons as an investment in my son’s future happiness. Each Thursday afternoon I will bequeath to him the power to change hearts.
Please use it wisely, kiddo.