The Piano

I am sitting at the piano as I’ve done it so many times before. I remember how I several times have been feeling uneasy sitting at the always so patient piano that equips me with an irresistible assertiveness. And this time is exactly like all the others. I sit there and think about the many inner monologues that I have implemented here when suddenly, a mysterious mist is being sent out from the side of the piano. Everything is as it used to be. Everything around me disappears and the only things left are just me and the piano whose magic but at the same time soothing aura dazzles me. I know what I have to do now, however, I can not help but hesitate. I feel both powerful and powerless at the same time. I gently place my fingers on the piano keys and start playing the now familiar melody. Slow but confident. As expected, larger forces now begin to take over. The piano initiates an ominous shaking, and I remove my hands from the piano. But I am confident. Because I know that even though the musical forces of the piano are mighty and inhumane, they are also harmless and merciful. The keys are flying around my head, and the black and white contrast work as hallucinations in my confused mind. The piano suddenly turns into dust, and the bright particles take the shape of a large and dangerous lion, then a small, innocent bird, while the piano still plays the tune that seems almost healing on my poor soul. And I believe everything that I see, even though it seems like something from a fairy tale. The roof disappears over my head and in the next moment, the piano rises into the sky and perishes far above the clouds as my eyes fail, and the endless melody makes me realize why I once again chose to sit at the piano.