That friend I mentioned finally bought a piano. Not Ritmüller - but an ancient second-hand Petrof that had been left to hibernate (read "rot") in its "cave" for years. Having played on it a couple of times, I must say that it was a good purchase. First, the price was unbelievable in a good sense. Secondly, playing it gave me the sophisticated picture of a warm and rich chocolate fountain. For a piano that long-neglected, it sure had me surprised. Thirdly, refurbish it well and you have a treasure that will afford you many more years of pleasure with regard to making good music.
I was happy for my friend. And the Petrof, with all its potential locked within. Finally, a nice home and master for it. No more termites-infested cave. No more lizard droppings.
But I felt sad all the same.
I would love to have a piano in my home too.
Dear God, please, if You will, give me a piano. I can't afford one now, but that's not a problem for You. In Jesus' name, amen.
Dear God, please, if You will, give me a piano. I can't afford one now, but that's not a problem for You. In Jesus' name, amen.
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