Music to the Ears
I have seen it all: the agony and the ecstasy, the relentless play of nimble fingers, fatigued by exertion, yet unwilling to let go! My black and white keys produced the most lilting compositions, as I saw the cherubic little boy, gradually turn into manhood.
He never assumes himself as a maestro, like many of his fans on social media regard him, lovingly. He lives forever on the verge of self-doubt, never sure about his accomplishments. But when his slender fingers caress my chords, I resound with a melody like no other, for I am a silent witness to the ache in the boy’s heart! Though he is much of a recluse, with barely any friends for his age, he treats me with utmost care, polishing and wiping off every speck that settles on my shiny black body, until I look brand new, once more. I am his confidante, and he bears me in his heart, as though I was all he owned in the world!
As an emerging artiste, I have seen him perform on several stage shows, as he would be totally engrossed in the melodic notes, oblivious of his surroundings. And when the crowd cheers him on, I can see a faint smile light up his face with encouragement. At such times, my happiness knows no bounds, and I revel in my Master’s glory! For I have seen him belittled from a young age, for not being able to fit in, unable to speak up for himself and being socially interactive. They say my Little Master is autistic, yet I resist believing them! How can such brilliance be overshadowed by an atypical behaviour, that doesn’t meet the standards of our so called ‘civilized society’?
His emotions brim over, when he recreates a piece by Motzart or Beethoven. I can well understand the yearning in his eyes, when he urges to lose himself to the sound of my keys, a bid to kill his loneliness. How I wish, he would someday meet the companion, that his heart so desires!
Today, we are celebrating a momentous occasion! Both me, and my Little Master, are decked up for a grand performance at the Opera House, Mumbai. I feel blessed to be a part of this iconic theatre, which has witnessed a multitude of talent, over the years. Me and my master have added to its enduring legacy.
The screen has opened to a full house, as he plays the curtain-raiser song. I can sense a newfound zeal in the handsome man who is playing me today! There are no shaky nerves, no despondence, not the slightest bit of quiver, as he picks on the notes with might! There is a melodic resonance laced with incredible passion as my Master plays effortlessly, delighting one and all!
After the performance, a charming young lady comes to shake hands with him, and my joy is unbridled! Gallantly, my gentle hero gets up from his seat to address the gathering.
