I usually consider myself a logical, practical, thoroughly unsentimental sort, but I talk to my harp. Truth be told, I talk to many inanimate things … it’s the only way to keep them in line, and even then they don’t always behave.
I’m gentler with my harp than with other objects though. I’ve never sworn at it as I have at other instruments when I’m frustrated with a passage that just won’t come right. And although I haven’t formally named it, I confess that on occasion when I pass by it or get up from playing, I turn to it and say, “You’re Glorious!”