Tale as Old as Time

I love listening to my Dad play the piano. Especially when waking up on a Sunday morning.   
The piano in our house is old. It was donated to my Dad by our church when we first moved into our new house. The paint is scratched and the keys are chipped, but the sound is ancient, and I love it. There's something about old pianos that intrigues me. Timeworn melodies and creaking pedals have so much more to tell us than the electricity driven sound of keyboards. 
Over the years I have taught myself how to play. One of the first songs I ever played on these keys is Tale as Old as Time from Beauty and the Beast. 
I remember the day I decided to learn. My Dad's cousin was visiting, and I was sitting by the piano and clinking keys. Counting notes. Wondering what it might be like to touch these keys and create melodies, a perfect sound knit by the chords. My Dad's cousin is a master of the piano. He has a passion for music that drives him through life.
He came into the studio where our piano is and asked me if I wanted to learn how to play. I said that maybe one day I would, although I don't think in that moment I really meant it. Then he replied, "Why not, it's in your blood." This was all the encouragement I needed. I had to learn how to play.
I have never been super passionate about music. But whenever I feel lost or thoughtful or lonely I play that piano, and suddenly the thoughts that seemed utterly pointless and insignificant in my heart before fall into a place and harmonize with me. 
I have discovered that, although I have not nearly mastered the piano, it is in fact in my blood. My hands know where to go and I cannot explain it. The old piano is not the only thing that has been passed on. Music can be passed on through generations more than it can be taught. Some hands have a familiarity with music that they are simply born with. It amazing to feel this inborn emotion that runs through my fingertips, up the arms that compose the keys to harmonize, and into all of me. 
Old keys and ancient chords. Music is, perhaps, as old as time itself. Music is not just a passion, it's a companion. It's the chords that tell our lives. It's the songs that inspired past generations. The love songs written for long lost lovers The hymns of ancient nights in ancient times. Ballads of adventures long outlived. The rock to every roll. Over time, the songs have changed, but the desire is still the same. 
Music is a tale as old as time itself.