Guest guest Posted June 28, 2004 Report Share Posted June 28, 2004 I read this last night and it gave me goose bumps since I am a pianist. Cam The Pianist Gnarled fingers of hands that were once beautiful fondle the yellowed keys. When no one is listening, she randomly strikes a few dissonant notes. Sometimes, I have to turn away to keep from weeping at her altered state. But then, I see the grey, wrinkled rface smile as chords, precise and graceful, drop from her hands like ripened plums. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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