As soon as the sunlight passed through the window and fell on the wooden floor of the room, it spread along its length. Before touching the piano, her feet tapped a rhythm, and the whispering sound of her voice flowed through the heavy atmosphere of the room. Each key received only a brief touch, and she maintained the rhythm with her feet; then a sudden press on a key and the piano’s “ding” sound thrilled her.
This time, there was no gentle caress; she played with firmness, as if she were on a battlefield, striking down an enemy with each key press. She insisted on the firmness of the melody. The sounds ranged from bass to treble, from treble to bass, and sometimes a random combination of both. Then, in a fraction of a second, another “ding” sound, and she played again with the same calmness as before, as if the storm had subsided, the blizzard had passed, and the expanse of the sky offered the warm embrace of the sun.
But her calmness didn’t last long, and with another “ding” sound, a new tragedy was announced. What had happened that her tears began to flow? They were like a clear stream that had hosted flowing pebbles for years. She soared even higher.
The treble sound was now heard abundantly. Why did she use the delicate sound so much? The answer is very simple; I don’t know! Maybe there are things I will never understand, but I know I came to discover.
With a sudden twist, it seemed the piece was nearing its end. With each key press, the notes lifted a burden from her shoulders, and now she was ready, ready to fly. Was it right for her to leave the earth? Could one be an angel, a goddess? And if all this was possible, why did no one realize it? She understood that without action, she would get no answers. Wanting was one thing, but had she ever tried? She sought peace, and playing was her solace. Now she had her answer, the answer to all those nightly whispers lay beyond these keys. If she was searching for something, it required more effort than just nightly melodies…
