Hmm… Bear the EWI in mind should you come to feel more confident about using your hands - capacitance plate keys, so a firm key press isn’t necessary. Others don’t like this, but I find it makes the instrument quite agile, and the available sounds aren’t bad. (I like pianos “Horowitz-ed”, i.e., a very light touch, as well.)
If you want to keep your hand in until such time, composing is always a possibility. You don’t need really anything but a working brain, and you don’t have to be good to enjoy it (although, for all I know, you already are), just willing to try things out and learn. Here I can help you.
Composition has crossed my mind more than once. It certainly helps to sketch things out on a piano, but as you correctly observe it ain’t a requirement. Heh, Harmony, a transcription of all of Charlie Parker’s works, the well tempered clavier, and more Dover books than I can count gathering dust on the piano 
This was my first composition. It was very popular in it’s time.
“Waking up from nothing with a profound sense of loss at having to come back to something”, “waking up from something with a sense of loss at losing out on that” or “something else entirely”?
I’ve never been medically dead but I’ve been unconscious several times and always felt the former when I have come back to consciousness; like everything getting switched back on is a tremendous imposition. Is being dead different to being unconscious somehow?
That is one of the great secrets, which I guess I’ll reveal.
After going through the normal series of tests (what is your name, where are you, what is the date, can you draw this shape, etc… I scored about a C- both times), the first thing one mutters is: damnit.
The other side, well there is nothing to fear. No judgement, no hate, nothing. And both times it has been a bummer to come back.
I do not wish to hasten the demise of this meat suit. But there is nothing to fear when it happens again.
As an aside, being immortal would be the definition of hell.
Hehehe! Go for it!
I’ve had some things going on, although between helping my translation partner with her MA (I just check the English and French in her papers - the degree programme isn’t in translation), and my own medical appointments (looking good, but still a bit early to use the “remission” word), maybe not as much as I could. I’ve got some samples here.
Edit: You young buck, you! That’s too modern to be my juvenilia. 
Must I demand answers from you? Can I just say I’m glad to have you among the living? Because I am.
So are you more like Buffy or Beric Dondarrion? I guess Buffy only died twice, and Ser Beric, like 6 times? Plus,he had a cool sword…
Glad you rose from the grave though… please take care of yourself and get this sorted out so you don’t die any more.
Where’s the questions thread?
That’s your quota. Step back and let someone else have a turn.
Welcome back.
Nah, you’ve already told me to skip the questions, “Captain Hotpants”.
Welcome back x2, glad you’re still kicking.
When are you coming back up to SF?
(I’m glad you’re still alive.)
Thank you. An ironic point is I look good. A counterpoint is my doc keeps telling me to stop losing weight so fast. “Slow down there, tiger”
I don’t know. I’ve got a heaping plate of challenges–which we all do, this ain’t just about me, I am not unique. But if I make the move back north, I’ll be driving through your neck of the woods 
To be fair, Captain Hot pants was never really a question.
Well, there ain’t no point in coming back from the dead if’n yer goin’ ta disappear instead.
“Where did @japh go?”
“Dunno. He turned sideways and I lost him.”
For a touch of morbidity, going through what I had the pleasure of experiencing has a one in five chance of being final. I have two under my belt.
It’s all lottery tickets and jet skis from here on out.
I think I am more dondarrion than Buffy. Let me explain.
Buffy is stabby. I am not.
Beric is mostly blind. So am I.
Buffy can dance. I can shuffle.
Beric is great with fire. I have some… Experience.
Buffy is level headed. I am obtuse.
Beric has a Red Priest. I have a Rad Priest.
If BuzzFeed have a test, I would trend towards beric.
I know this is a serious subject and my sense of humour is sometimes inappropriate (I am after all a fairly happy mutant). But I will tell you about somebody I knew who had a rather serious motorcycle crash and was technically dead several times while being operated on. When he was about as recovered as he was going to be he was asked if he felt that he was now a different person.
“Oh yes,” he said, “I’m now the person who would religiously shim the engine mounts on a Commando.”
(for the uninitiated the Norton Commando (spits in its general direction) had the rear suspension pivoted off the engine, as I recall, which was rubber mounted to the frame. The slightest sideplay in those mounts and the thing could throw you off viciously. Others may have a better explanation.)
Have you had a long history of problem or was it sudden? I get nervous with matters of the brain because my daughter.
Your sense of humor is very in step
I now call my parents, send cards, grouse more but complain less. I am a tool, an object, and there is nothing wrong with that.
My purpose, as a tool, is to enrich others. That’s it. I’ve lived, it’s time for others to live.