A little piano music

Whenever I have a conversation with M.S. it nearly always features music. M.S. started learning the piano again last year after more than twenty years. He is going through the Mozart sonatas and little pieces of other classical music that he enjoys. His wife had never played the piano before but she is now playing the Mozart pieces with him, thanks to their enthusiastic piano teacher - a Canadian composer now living in Hong Kong, who earns his living through music, whether it be through these private lessons or playing lounge music in hotels.

I imagine what M.S.'s household would be like on Saturday mornings - M.S. at the piano going through the music with his teacher, M.S.'s wife listening to it in the balcony of their flat while holding their baby girl, their small boy pretending to play along to the music next to the German upright, waving his fingers against the bright blue sky.

M.S. aims to be good enough to be worthy of a baby grand next year. He has given me the number of his piano teacher and has recommended recordings of Glen Gould, Angela Hewitt and Mitsuko Uchida. I feel inspired into thinking the world is not such a bad place whenever I talk with M.S. and I want to start playing the piano again, too. I feel a pang of guilt for letting my piano languish away at my parents' home in Seoul.