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The Piano
Renita Yang
Walking down a dimly lit hall
My steps light as feathers
Tip toe, tip toe.
Approaching a large figure in the distance
Its edges are ragged with age
I do not care.
Caressing its exterior lovingly, softly
It looks at me and smiles.
I smile.
Lifting the worn black cover
Monochrome keys staring at me
Daring me.
Sitting down on the stool that squeaks
I raise my hand and play
A note.
The familiar sound of a C sharp fills my mind
The instrument is a semitone sharp
No surprise.
A note turns into a musical piece
I close my eyes and let the music spread through my
veins
It consumes me.
It’s interesting how charcoal black and ivory white keys
Can be heard in all of the different colours of the
rainbow
Listen.
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