The way you play the black keys always makes me weepy. Not sure why, maybe the way you stretch it out, take so much time between pressing each key.
Reminds me of slow drips of rain rhythmically hitting the bottom of a down spout, as a summer storm comes to an end. Maybe it's the deliberate way you hit them, more patiently than the way you hit the white ones. You always seem to be in a rush when playing the white keys, rapid fire fingering that excites more than it relaxes, well, at least me. I don't know the difference, other than when I hear you play them, then I can tell when you're hitting the white ones, and the black ones as they make the tears well up in my eyes.
Read this a few times, i quite liked how you could detect almost the sound and the type of the playing just from hiw you described it. And that image of the end of a summer shower of rain is so effective. Nicely done.
Interesting and pleasurable journey into (piano)? - But I don't think it needs 88 keys stanza. It all sounds techy, rather than (heehee) poetic. Enjoyed your wave of phase in Mexborough t'other night.