THE PIANO
Inside the spotless shiny house, full of bright lights, and an overwhelming white, an outcast shall be found. Inside in the corner of the spotless shinny house and obscure piano sits quietly. Untouched and unwanted. Yearning for a sound, a life, a soul. It looks so pricey yet it stands so useless. Its legs are weak from the loneliness it has grown. Its chest has remain closed for years, hiding its heart. But that not what the piano wants. The piano wants to open its heart for people to hear its feelings, understand them, but no matter how many people stand in the room within, not one single hand has skimmed near. Not one single vibration has come out from the piano since birth. It’s so quiet you can hear its heartbeat faintly start to vanish, as if it’s dying completely.
The uncover notes stand openly naked to the human eye. However, the only thing that its dressing up with is dust. Not one single finger has laid upon it. The notes are as stiff and rigid as an old person, due to its lack of movement and its longing for motion. The piano lingers in inarticulation, echoing feelings too heavy for a melody. There it stands as the misfit of the room. And there it shall stay, drowning in its groom.