Silent Piano

Once upon a time….

The notes trickled like running water over the edge of the broken window and dripped onto the stones below….

If you closed your eyes you could still hear him play. You could make out every note played by every finger….

The chair stood sad and empty, no longer the bearer of flesh and bone, its wood cracked. The leather binds slipping apart….

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