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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


It consumes me.

It’s interesting how charcoal black and ivory white keys

Can be heard in all of the different colours of the