My neighbours share my bedroom wall, and being much younger than I, enjoy the pleasures of being a human, late at night. Their bed grinds on my wall in the usual rhythms associated with such activity. It is usually over by midnight and it is maybe, once a week.
Fine.
They also have a piano right against the wall. A piano in their bedroom.
And what do they do every time when they have finished their love making?
They play the damn piano!