I am very much careful with my hands and I take care of them quite obsessively. They are very important to me as they are the ones who enable me to enjoy my passion which is playing the piano. Thankfully I did very well in taking care of them through all those years, and I am glad that up until now, they continue to afford me to do the things I love to do.
They are so very important to me, that if ever I fall down one way or the other, they would be the last things I would use to break my fall. I do not crack my knuckles, I do not wash my hands immediately after using them to play the piano as they might grow weak with age, I do not use my hands to hit anything, I do not use them for carrying, and other ways which could hurt them. They are my babies and I cannot imagine myself living without their use.
Never have I experienced a sprained finger or arthritis in fingers, even when I am already of that particular age to be prone to that, if you know what I mean, and I am also not keen on experiencing them anytime soon. I don’t know what it is between me and my hands but I’m pretty sure its got something to do with my playing the piano. Yes, I think that’s it.
If there was any way that I can play the piano not using my hands, then I am all for it, and the hands can go. I just need to have a way to keep playing the piano one way or the other. I think even on my death bed, I would still yearn to play the piano. Playing it is already a part of me, an extension to my soul, that I would not be myself if there is no piano involved in the discussion.
My life’s work is teaching the piano. I grew up in a very musical family and I know how to use many musical instruments, but it is with the piano that I was attracted to the most. I do not know what it is in those black and white keys that mesmerized me no end. Pushing one key then another, sometimes many keys all at once, sometimes slow and sometimes very fast, everything about playing it I adore.
I am now officially retired from teaching but the piano is still a large part of my life. I keep on finding ways to always keep it the center of my whole day. Be it conducting free lessons to those who wanted to learn, volunteering to play it in churches and choirs, and I also never ever miss a day without playing at least a couple of compositions at home.
It is not for the fame or even for the money that I love playing the piano. It’s for the sheer love and freedom that I feel when I am playing it, that if I die and go to heaven, it would not be a harp that I will be playing, but a piano.