30/04/2020

For many years now the piano had stood in silence, like a tombstone in a graveyard, surrounded by echoes, memories of the past.

What things the piano had witnessed! Glorious concerts that delighted the countless ladies and gentleman that dressed up in their finery and flooded into the concert hall: a wave of laughter and joy. Oh, how the piano had shone under the lights! Oh how its keys had sung the most beautiful melodies, bathing the audiences in the movements of Chopin and Beethoven performed with angelic perfection!

Now, everything was different. The events of the last few years had seen to that as one little rat had ruined everything as the small rodent had ate through the wood and ripped all the strings out from the inside

There the piano sat all ripped up.It had seen better days.

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