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| Photo by Karina |
Near a
window in a large house, an old, well-loved piano sits silently. Mellow
lamplight casts a golden glow on the solid rust-brown wood. The surface,
scratched and dented, bears testament to the length of its life and the many
children who play around and upon it. Carefully raising the lid of the
instrument, a young pianist seats herself upon the creaking bench. Her fingers
softly touch the keys. Like the singing of some unknown tongue, a breathtaking
melody begins to flow from the battered spinet. Clear and sweet, the strains
are drawn out under the hands of the musician. Floating up to the roof, music
fills the whole house. Though the strings are antique and the ivory worn, the
piano still brims with life and sound to spill forth and delight all who hear!
