I heard there was a secret chord

"that David played to please the lord..."

As much as I can remember, I was about six years old.
My uncle came over one day with a rectangular bulky black box.
He said to my mom that it was for me to have; I opened it.

It was an electric piano. I sat there, curious.
He plugged it in and played me a song.

"but you don't really care for music, do you?
Well it goes like this, the fourth, the fifth.
The minor fall and the major lift."

I was ever since attached to it. I blame it for the cause of all my music expenditures now, but I also blame it for my love of its sound.

It's broken now, but I still have it.

"the baffled king composing hallelujah..."

Love is grand, and I love music. Music is love.

"Hallelujah"