When we first got the piano it was in pretty rough shape. It had been neglected for many years, severely out of tune, and very dusty/dirty. Cleaning this piano and getting it to a playable condition has made me think a lot about the poem "The Touch of the Master's Hand."
Once the piano was professionally tuned and after many hours of scrubbing the piano, it plays beautifully. I have spent several nights after the kids were in bed and the house is so wonderfully quiet, playing my piano. It calms my soul and reminds me that there is more to me than what meets the eye. ;)
How grateful I am for my early birthday present!



