The boy walked into the darkened hall, the only light coming from the center, where a big piano stood illuminated by a spotlight. He could sense spectators in the darkness but could not see them. He knew he was here to play for them, and they in turn were here to see him. With a short pause he sat in front of the keys, hesitantly deciding upon what he was going to play. Flipping through the sheets in front of him he decided upon a classic. Slowly his fingers moved over the keys, carefully and hesitantly, as if testing the notes for clarity. With each sound he grew more confident, knowing that each tone would spur on the next, each calling forth another as he created life from emptiness. More notes filled the air, their symbiotic harmony called into the darkness a primal note of sadness and longing so hard to resist that not even he himself could stop a single tear from escaping. Yet he continues to play his song, to call it out into the dark room for all to hear, and from the darkness a figure answered his call, stepping into the light the boy's father smiled at him, reassuringly. Many years ago his father passed away, but now he came to him as the boy continues to play, the notes now strong and urging, pulling, gathering energy like a wave rushing towards the shore. Another figure stepped out of the shadow, the boy's friend, passed away a long time ago, he smiled a warm smile, filled with love. Another tear fell on his hands as they danced their way over the keys, how he has hungered to see them again, how he has missed them, he played not for those in the darkness, but for those who has left the darkness, and now returned to see him as he makes his calling, his final performance. From the blackness one after the other people came out to stand around him, each smiling with love, urging him on to play his best, to give life all it has, to make music that would surpass ages and be remembered for eternity. He looked at them as the pure music rose, surrounded by loved ones seen and unseen, he knew then what peace was.1
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Hey, where's your poetry? :S
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This was sad, but uplifiting. I loved how you described the scence and what was happening. I loved this and the flow was just amazing. You have a wonderful short story here and I'm so glad I got the chnace to read this. I loved the last couple of sentences. How the boy found peace, that part was the best. You did an excellent job of telling the story and I felt like I was in the middle of it all. Wonderful job and I'm disappointed that more people didn't applaud this. Normally I don't read stories because they're so long and I just don't have the time. But this was truly a piece I could enjoy and I did enjoy. Once again, awesome job on this and I'm glad I stopped and read this...
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amazingly harmonic in a way that I feel I have not the capability to explain. It was so touching, they way that all those he loved, even if dead, came to him in that moment, that I really have to say that I love this piece.
FallenLeaves
Edited on Mar 20, 10:33 because ''.
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