A Piano Memory

Credit: Favim
Credit: Favim

The piano that I often helped to polish stood gleaming against the wall; the stool covered in red cloth pushed underneath. During the day the piano was not played but stood in pride of place with photos adorning its mahogany top. Most days, after his arrival home from work, he would open the piano to reveal the black and white keys. He would sit down with a smile of pleasure and move his fingers along the keys to create sound. At times he would place sheet music on the music rack, but often the song flowed through his fingers by memory.

I now realise that playing the piano after work was my dad’s way to relax after a stressful day. His pre-dinner drink would be on hand as played the tunes of the songs he loved. This was his time alone – a time he took even over the weekend. The sound of the piano would echo throughout the whole house and the silence that came when the sound stopped was the signal for supper time.

I wonder where the music took him as his fingers moved over the keys. Did the haunting ballads take him to still, faraway places? Did the jives and the cha-chas take him to the dance halls? Did certain songs take him to places in his past? Did the music make him think of the people he had in his life?

The piano lived with my dad until the day he died. Up until then it still stood gleaming against the wall, waiting to be played. Now it remains a memory of my father and my childhood.

Do you have any memories of piano players?

© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014

9this memory of my father was sparked by Kellie Elmore’s FWF image prompt)

35 thoughts on “A Piano Memory

  1. Beautiful post. I have memories of myself playing piano, of my father always wanting to play (but his expressing himself through singing, instead), and of some of my favorite jazz piano players including McCoy Tyner, Lyle Mays, and Chick Corea. Thank you, for all of this.


    1. I can imagine him singing along with you – what a beautiful memory to have 🙂
      My dad would not sing as he played. However, when he got together with his brothers, he would be accompanied by a voice and other musical instruments. It was always such a pleasure to listen to.


  2. Yes Colline, we all do this; live with the time we are in, without finding out what it means to those older ones. So now you sit in a place that is impossible to explain to the future generation. Try hard to let this not be the case! A lesson!! Liz


    1. I have found that as I experience the life my parents led (work, family responsibilities) I understand more their actions and choices. As a teenager, one cannot always do so.


  3. A piano and a cat have always been constants in our lives. I have just had to part with my two pianos, and it is giving withdrawal symptoms like anything. A keyboard simply won’t do.
    The numbers of memories centred round pianos are endless for me.


  4. This is a wonderful memory of your father for you to carry with you. My dad was in his eighties when he passed, and I still thought is was way to soon.


  5. What a beautiful memory. You must get reminded of your father and your childhood every time you hear piano music. What a great response to the prompt. 🙂


  6. This is wonderful memory and writing. Do you know, my mother was playing violin but I never heard and saw her with violin… But she stayed in my mind with her violin that I never heard… Childhood memories are so interesting… they are becoming a picture for all life… Thank you dear Colline, have a nice day, love, nia


  7. Another well written post Colline. It made me think of Richard Clayderman. I love his piano music and then there’s Redolfi as well. I can listen for hours to someone playing the piano. Thanks for sharing hon. 😀 ♥ Hugs ♥


  8. How nice that your Father loved music so and what lovely memories to have. I’ve no piano memories of my own, Colline, though my Zia played the organ when we all lived together in the two-flat. Many a night was filled with its music.


  9. What sweet musical memories of your dad, Colline. I remember my dad used to play the Harmonica when I was a child. I also use to love hearing him whistle all the popular melodies of the day. He actually taught me to whistle. I can’t imagine not having a piano in my home. 😀


    1. The harmonica is something else my dad used to play – although not as frequently as the piano. Up until today I still like the music this instrument can make.


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