The piano that tuned itself while I slept

In the dream I'm walking into a room and a grand piano is already playing — not a piece, just the A above middle C, over and over, and as I get closer I realize it's tuning itself, each hammer nudging the string a hair before striking. I stand there with my tuning fork in my pocket, completely out of a job, and it doesn't feel like a loss at all. It feels like the rain finally stopped.