How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Your beautiful nut brown wooden body.
Your pearly white and ebony black keys made of plastic.
You are in tune, not only within yourself but also with other instruments.
Your metallic decoration like the chrome on an American car from the 50’s.
Your built in suitcase, lockable, from which you pop out like a jack-in-the-box, to stand proudly on your little pedestal.
Your deep round timbre, medium and high fluty voice, that I can play all at once or choose any combination of the three.
Your green bellows, which I pull sensually towards me with my left hand and give myself *mild backache while your voices surge and pulse.
This love is physical, I want to touch you, again and again, I cannot help myself.
I sit on the floor with my legs wrapped round you, and my fingers move faster and faster over your delicate little keys, as you vibrate.
It is a meditation, as I play the ragas that I have sung so often alone, now, at last…… accompanied.
* 3 hours later, excrutiating back ache...