You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.

"It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to unburden yourself to. You know what I mean. I tell my piano the things I used to tell you."

I'm not sure if I am particularly drawn to this statement by Frederic Chopin because I have a partiality towards him or because of the actual words itself - you know what I mean. I tell my pianos the things I used to tell you.

It makes you wonder so much. Not just inclusive of the part about the piano. God, my fingers itch to know exactly what Chopin told him piano. What each iota of the spectrum of his emotions encompassed and possessed him to write such beautiful, passionate, romantic, elegant, moving music.

And now I'm thinking it's both.

The words itself have already sent me into a state of turmoil (in a good way). All the things I could tell my piano if I still had the skills. All the fire, and breathlessness and exhilaration I've ever felt and poured into my pieces (though not very well). Adding on the fact that it was Chopin who made this statement and him being my favourite composer just infuses these three small sentences with such power and attraction.