The piano intrigues me.
When I touch it, a wave of old familiarity sweeps pass me.
When I play on it, its sounds envelop me, opening a floodgate to unspoken and unexpressed emotions.
And for the past two weeks that I've been practising on a Weinbach grand, I've been swirled through a Pandora's Box of emotions.

There is just something about the piano that puts it a notch above the rest - a clear leader.
(Maestros of the following equally exquisite instruments, please forgive my impertinence.)
Its physical form commands attention and respect, more so if it is a grand piano.
Its well-polished surface is a work of art and its interior, an engineering genius (not to mention that unmistakable woody smell).
The music that it makes is heavenly and the range of emotions that it invokes - indescribable.
It can be rich and warm, yet soft and gentle at the same time.
Forceful, attention seeking - and yet humbly persuasive at the next second.
It can stir courage in the weakest of men, yet break the strongest among us.

My ivories call out to me again.

It is time for me to lose my senses in the music's chaos.

Margaret Alexandria Yoong
April 16, 2003