First came the piano.
It stood in the upstairs study, with the books and the green walls, and entranced me with its sound. It became vocation and avocation. A poignant sunset performance of a Schubert impromptu at the boarding school, or later on, with the teacher at the conservatory, letting my eyes wander over the Lake of Lucerne before sinking into the sounds of Bach and Beethoven. Mastering the metier. An artistic metier. Practicing difficult passages for hours on end. Chamber music with violin and piano.
Giving lessons while still at the conservatory. Passing on the knowledge, and with luck, the passion.