My ex-partner was a classical pianist and guitarist. Her mother was a violinist who played in the city Philharmonic and taught violin for many years. One sister played the harp, another the guitar, and her brother was also a classical pianist.
Below are three pieces she played often. I found recordings of her playing these recently, and it reminded me of nights I’d lay on the couch listening.
One room in our house was called the music room. It was a small room in the center of the house that held shelves of piano, guitar and voice music (we each had our own shelves) and all the instruments she’d collected in her travels: guitars, wooden flutes, recorders, bagpipes, an Irish bodhran. There were also small wooden cuckoo clocks, racks and racks of cds and all her recording equipment. The room had the most wonderful acoustics. When I was last there, it had been converted into storage space, but this painting I’d done of her was hanging on the wall among all the instruments.