Watch as the

(only slightly) graceful fingers

dance above the ivory and black

keys –

a voice sings its sad story -

only to end on another (heartbreaking) note.

It makes her cry

(with passion) for her one true love –

the repeating pattern that her (broken) bones trace

is one that will be forever etched in the

mind of a musician.

--

A.N. I love my piano, played it for ten years and its still as beautiful as ever.