Oh no, I’m not the one learning to play. You are. Each time you send this tribute, you fund my indulgence — a lesson in elegance, grace and unattainable sophistication. While I sit at the piano, draped in beauty and divine disinterest… you pay for the privilege of imagining it. You don’t hear the music. You don’t sit beside me. You simply… pay. Because being useful feels good, doesn’t it?
This is your lesson: Obedience is your only instrument.