Last week a piano technician came and tuned my new piano. Even though it is a beautiful new instrument, there are several reasons it needed tuning. Being moved to a new location. Sitting in a different space, with different temperatures, on a different type of floor. All factors that affect the way it sounds.
I listened as the technician worked. She listened to such tiny details. The way she would tune one note to its octave counterpart. When I played those notes together in a chord, I didn’t notice that they were out of tune. But hearing her pick them all apart, it was obvious.
The mechanics of a piano are fascinating. My explanation to students is usually simplified. Your finger presses down the key, which causes a hammer inside the piano to strike a string producing the sound.
Watching my piano being taken apart, actually viewing the insides, gave me a new perspective. Each piece has its place and must be perfectly aligned to produce a high-quality sound. Even a new piano needs time to adjust and sometimes requires a little assistance.
One thing stood out above the rest, voicing. I asked the technician about adjusting the voicing, making it a little less bright. Basically, taking the edge off of the sound. She explained that part of that process involves the felt material on the hammers.
A needle is used to soften the felt. When done correctly, it does not damage the material. It just slightly changes the way the hammers strike the strings.
Once the piano was put back together, I sat down to play. Wow! What a difference. Not only was it in tune, but it also had a much warmer tone. The sharp edge had been softened.

This experience made me think about my life. What if I’m in a new place, with new surroundings, expectations, and people? What if my reaction is one of fear or frustration? My words may sound edgy, sharp, or out of tune.
Like the felt on those hammers, something inside me needs to be softened. An adjustment might come in the form of an honest word from a trusted friend. Yes, stings for a moment. But the sting will not last if accepted with grace. The knowledge that someone loves me that much, however, is lasting.
Hopefully, as I continue playing my piano, I will be reminded to check my own tone. And will gracefully accept any needed adjustments to keep me in-tune with my husband and children, family and friends, the world around me.
“As iron sharpens iron, so a man sharpens the countenance of his friend.” Proverbs 27:17
I really enjoyed your story of getting the piano tuned!
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Thank you!
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Great post … great analogy … and I now far better understand what a piano tuner actually DOES. And I loved the sound track. Thank you!
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Thanks, Jazz!
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That’s such a beautiful perspective towards life. Thanks for sharing such a meaningful post!
PS. – I enjoyed the audio clip of the way you played the piano, you truly are blissfully creative! 👌👍
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Thank you ☺️
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a beautifully written piece so good I read it twice; I wish someone would come along and tune my poems 🙂
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I love the idea of your own softening. I wore a hardened mask for years due to the constant criticisms from my own mother. One safe place I found was teaching little kids….I could be completely myself and feel their love in return. Now, as a dear friend suffers early stage dementia I can be soft with him, as he is so vulnerable and needy. I can be patient with him, listen, help, and freely express my love for him like never before.
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It’s so amazing the lessons we learn from children. How wonderful that your friend has you to love him with patience. ❤️
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yes, and he helps to remind me to keep things simple and not stress.
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