The first trick is to listen to what the aural space wants added to it. The second is to make your fingers turn what you hear into what others would hear the same way. I can get it close when I practice, but I've never been great at practice.
Trying to play after a year plus away is just like playing was before, except now you’re at the bottom of a swimming pool where the light plays tricks, the way it bends as it seeks its way from the surface to your chlorinated eyes. Your ears are trying to depressurize. You could adjust the dive mask but you'd flub a phrase.
Melody shall persevere, be fixed in space, and assigned lyrics. Lyrics shall bear the name of a woman, or the date or season or previous decade in which the same woman had relations with the composer, or shall document a predilection for a certain type of woman, or shall catalog regrets regarding pursuits in any of the preceding categories, or shall provide advice to others regarding the pursuit of women particular or general, or shall tell tales of said pursuit gone amusingly or tragically awry. In other cases the lyrics may bear a more abstract meaning and may even regard other topics (e.g. raisins, crossbows, types of danish). Nonetheless, the purpose of the lyrics shall in fact be to impress the woman of that name, etc).
Piano is lowered to the bottom of the pool via crane; bench and laminated score are positioned by paid divers. Bureaucrat descends via parachute. Long pause; commotion above should not be misinterpreted as applause. Paramedics arrive.
What are they saying about the melody?
I do not hear the melody (2)
I heard no melody worth mentioning (1)
Melody has a raisinesque quality (1)
Fifth paramedic does not offer comment.
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