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A Man and A Piano
The silent air of the room tenses around the solo pianist, clad in white collared shirt underneath the deep blue vest, dark blue pants and white school shoes. He sits on a black stool in front of the mahogany made grand piano. He tucks his left hand out of the pocket while his right arranging two pieces of paper fills with a new song he just composed last night in his dim room. As soon as he places both of his hands on the black and white keys, a soft melody fills the room as slender fingers run across the keys like a moving art, creating a beautiful music in every move. His hand turns and makes a round in front of him as he closes his eyes, letting his free mind playing the music that so deeply carves in his mind.
The music starts with a soft, soothing melody with no disturbance from the inside of the empty room or the outside of the open windows, as if everything has frozen in its movement, including time and the birds outside the window. Every son and daughter of nature respects the talent of the prodigy by giving him a silent of complementation and let the music becomes the song for the world to hear. A sudden flight of the melody echoes through the room when the slender fingers run rapidly over the white keys before it jumps to the far left of the piano, creating a dangerous, sharp note before it settles on a fast pace crescendo.
The boy sitting in front of the piano lifts his head slightly and a small smile etches above his jaw as if his soul has leaves his own body and joins the music, dancing in the air. He takes a deep breath when the music brings him up to the climax of the keys, before it slowly cadence into a soft melody again like a cavernous echo. But as beautiful as the melody and as refreshing the movements of those lithe fingers are, they are not even close to his feet. With his raven, jet hair, his round, doe eyes, his perfect, pale complexion and his cherry lips, he even beat the goddess with his perfection. He is like the god’s masterpiece that is born from the mortal’s womb, so the world could see the heavenly being of the seventh sky. He is truly the goddess’s envy and men’s pride.
As the music comes almost to the end, a shout of angry excitement breaks his thought and the melody drops to the floor like a cup of nothingness. He open his eyes as the shouting grow louder, interrupting his channel of music and he couldn’t do anything to bring the mood back in place. He turns to the open window and the once paralyze birds fly off to the blue morning sky of Monday.
Ahh...Monday. How he wish he can play some more.
DATE:Friday, July 26, 2013
TIME:{10:48 AM }
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