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The piano

I’m jimmy and I have been playing the piano since I was a little boy. It means a lot to me , and it has helped with difficulties and emotions in life. It makes me smile when I am upset. I want to be alone when I play the piano because if I get disturbed I will be upset. But whilst I am playing. I always feel a slight hand on my shoulder when I play.

Whilst I felt the slight hand on my shoulder I play better. Me and Susan met in London. Me and Susan were married for 40 years until she sadly died in a tragic accident. I will always remember her. The only thing left is my piano. As I play the piano I see something special.

Going back even further I remember the war. I was stood next to my friend whilst he got shot by a terrorist. So when I play the piano they is a song

dedicated to him. I went into the war when I was 18. I don’t really like talking about it because it makes me upset, it brings back memories. He died in my arms.

My happiest moment was when I was a young boy. When I was a young boy. When my parents bought me a hobby horse we didn’t have a lot of money at that time so it was a really nice present. Plus it was beautiful.

I was sat next to my grandson playing the piano nicely In harmony. He is the only thing I have got. Apart from my piano. As well as that he is the most beautiful boy I have ever met.

Memories

My name is Allan I’ve been playing the piano since I was 7years old. I played the piano to calm me down, memories and many more. My dad taught me how to play the piano many years ago when he was a musician. Me and my dad always sat at the piano together and play all day. My dad passed away about a year ago then he passed his piano down to me. I and my dad were really close I mean really close.

Isn’t long ago me and my wife Susan would sit here for hours and play she passed away two weeks ago. Before she went to sleep id play the piano gently so she could sleep well shed come over and kiss my cheek with her soft lips. We used to make up our own songs together we had our own cd so I could still here her voce.

I remember when I was in the war as a self-medic. I told my friend it was safe to shoot but I guess it wasn’t the minuet he went out he got shot he fell back into my arms as he slowly die. But there was nothing I could do now I think it should have been me. He was greater than a friend to me he was like a brother more like family.

As a boy I opened a present even though I didn’t expect anything, I opened it and it was what I always wanted a wooden horse I would ride round the piano and then play the piano with grandpa.

My grandson sits beside me playing piano with me then I look into the eyes of my grandson and he looks right back into mine.

Memories

My name is John, John Balowitz. I have been playing the piano since I was a young boy. My piano has got me through much of my past ( and trust me it wasn’t easy). Since my wife died all I has was my piano, sometimes I think that my piano is the only thing left I can talk to. Myself and my piano stay together most of the days now. I haven’t seen daylight in three months, I get so depressed nowadays I cry myself to sleep. But when I wake up and go down stairs it may sound silly but I sit and play our wedding song and suddenly everything all better.

The day me and carol met is still vividly engraved in my mind. We were both at a bar and our favourite song was been played. She asked me if I liked this kind of music so I said yes. After that short set of speech we talked and danced all evening until the bar closed. I put my black leather jacket over her shoulders and walked her home. Then we just agreed to see each other again and our relationship started from there. We had our ups and downs but I loved her to the moon and back. Why do bad things always happen to the good people?

Now I’m going further back, actually to someone else I cherished, by dear best friend Adam. We were fighting in a harsh war the sand blowing up in our faces, the sun beaming, sweat dripping down my forehead. The word ‘GO’ circled my mind then it blurted out of my mouth. From behind the wall Adam jumped out gun at ready, and in  split second Adam was laid in my arms out of breath bleeding eternally. What have I done?

I’m going back again but to when I was a young boy. Actually it was a very important day in my life. My birthday. It was June 23^rd 1888. My father was at work while mother was cooking tea. Then my dad walked through the door with a huge present and put it under the piano. He came in the kitchen and brushed his hand across my hair and wished me happy birthday. I asked him what was under the piano. Unexpectedly he had a smile on his face and told me to have a look. I walked over and cautiously opened the blue decorated box. And to my amazement it was a gorgeous wooden horse. I played cowboys on it nearly everyday. It really was a great birthday.

Now I sit with my ever so generous father. Playing the piano like I was born to play. As I stared at our reflection I thought to myself, soon this will be me with my son, but I shall cherish this moment for as long as I live. My father is getting on now and soon he will be gone. So to this moment 2013 I shall always remember my father.

This piano brings back so many memories; it has been with me for decades. I’ve played since I was a child and devoted my life to this tremendous talent. My father played this very song and piano on his golden wedding anniversary. Moreover this has been passed down through generations and more to come.

Two years ago my wife Audrey passed in this room. She died of a stroke after finishing our favourite song (The Blue Danube by Strauss). We met at a party 53 years whilst I played the piano. Every time I play this song, my memories of her come flooding back faster than you can say flashback. Sometimes I feel a hand touch my ancient shoulder.

Going back even further in my labyrinth of memories, I remember the wicked war… Courageous Chris (my best friend) was shot during action. It haunts me to this day. I still believe what happened that day was my fault. At least I was allowed to go to his funeral.

When it was my birthday (21^st January) my dad came in and slipped a large blue parcel under the piano. Tearing it open I watched as my mother and father smiled warmly at me. Plonk! A hobby horse dropped out. Riding round the piano I shot down the bad guys and jumped over the obstacles.

Ryan Chapman

The Piano

I’ve had my piano since I was a little boy. I may be lonely but my piano is still with with me. I can see my reflection in the piano. The piano is the only thing left. Myself and my piano stay together.

It wasn’t long before Dot {my wife} died. We would play the piano all the time. She would kiss me on the cheek every night before bed. She was amazing at playing the piano. But now she is gone I still feel hear hand touch mine.

I feel guilty it should have been me. My relative got shot because of me. I nodded to tell him to go and bang. He dropped on the floor, held him in my arms as he was dying. The memory’s still come back to me it was the hardest thing I’ve done.    

When it was my birthday I received a present. It was a hobby horse one of my favourite toys. I played with it all the time. I would portend to ride an actual horse.

I would ride around the piano making horse sounds. I would run as fast as I could. Like I was running as fast as a horse. Life was so simple then but now I’m alone it isn’t fun.

Now I play like a master but I still feel alone and can’t sleep. I and dot our love will still carry on till the end. I always think she sites right next to me and kisses me on the cheek. I will always think you are lovely you still mean the world to me.

The End

By Max Slater

The Piano and I

I’ve played the piano since I was a little boy. Every time I play my piano I always think about the past. I like to play my piano on my own, as it relaxes me.

It wasn’t so long ago me and my beautiful wife, Mary, would play for hours together. I still remember the first time our eyes met, all those years ago. I knew then we would be together forever. The music reminds me of her soft lips kissing my cold cheek, how I wish she was still with me.

The more I play the more memories of sadness come flooding back to me. The war was a terrible tragedy for me because my brother was sadly shot this was my fault. I told him that before I knew it he was dying in my arms.

One of my happiest memories is when I was a young boy. It was my birthday when I received a wooden hobby horse I was so happy I wanted one for years. How I played with my horse for hours and hours. I now see my grandson playing happily with my old toy horse, it makes me feel warm inside.

I now teach my grandson to play my piano and he will make his own memories, just like I have. Some will be happy and others will be sad but the piano will always remember them.

Memories

I’ve had this piano since a kid, I’ve played millions of songs but this means the most to me. My name is Bob I have played the piano since I was young it talks to me and helps me get through life. My dad got me it for my birthday I wasn’t expecting anything to be honest. I’ve had it ever since and always played with it. When I play I feel relaxed.

When I play the piano I feel a slight hand on my hand and I think it’s my wife. This has been happening since the accident. I wish she was still here with me to play the piano.

When I play this certain song I have a flashback to the war.  I think of my brother who fought in the war. I shouldn’t have told him to go. It was my fault it will stay with me forever and forever. It was my entire fault!

I remember when I was a kid I got a hobby horse I loved it I pretended it was real, jumping fences, shooting bad guys. It was my birthday when I got it. I got up in the morning and saw 1 present I wasn’t expecting anything but it was the best until I got my piano. I rode it every day it was the best.

The only person in my family is my grandson. He plays the piano with him. The hobby horse got passed down through the family and now is his. My grandson plays with it like I did, jumping fences, and shooting bad guys. He plays with it all the time.

Me and my grandson play the piano he always  finishes the song . He looked at me and I realized he is the special thing in my life.

I’ve been playing my piano since a child. My piano holds many memories over the past 70 years, had it since I was a child (good times). My father had it first but then he died, he then past it down to me. When I was a little bit younger (at about 50) I taught my wife how to play, she was amazing.

I remember my wife Barbara she used to adore my music I played. When we met it was the best thing that ever happened to me, but now she’s dead. I know how much she loved me, I remember feeling a hand on my shoulder as in played the piano and I know she’ll always be watching.     

Going back even further, I start to remember the time of the war. I was sprinting to get to the other wall (where my friend was) beginning to worry about him. I get to the wall telling my friend to take the shot, but in the end I felt guilty because he got shot and died. I really regret that day.

As I play the piano I remember a present what my mum gave me. I open the present and it was a hobby horse. I would run around the house galloping and I would play on it nearly all day and all night. It was my best present in them days, how could I forget it.

Now I play the piano like I always have. It has been a great part of my life and it is the most precious thing in the world. Every night my grandson would come to have piano lessons so one day when I die I can pass it down to him.

By Tyler Harrison

The piano’s memories

I’ve been played many a time before. But this time my owner is so soft so caring. He never seems to let go of the keys. So sad so sorrowful. His mind seems to black out and focus on playing. All his troubles seem to fly away. I don’t know his name. I wish to find out soon.

Every time my owner plays I feel a slight tickle. I’ve no sight but I have sense. There seems to be four hands. My owner has a sensation of happiness and then everything goes quiet. Just me and my owner.

Once for a long time my owner went away to the war. I had no clue what happened out there. Until one day I got a small idea. My owner came back as sad as a clown. He came sat on the stool and played one of the saddest war songs I’ve ever heard. I assume someone or something died. I hope my owner pulls himself together. I like him happy I’d like him happy now.

A very very long time ago I remember my owner as happy as can be. He was only young. He made a clippedy clop noise and ran around me giggling as he goes. He said thank you for my horse daddy. I don’t need a daddy I have my owner. Just me and him.

I have another sense now. Not a paranormal sense, the same being as my owner. It’s the end of the song now and it’s just been finished by a boy. A happy boy as well as that my owner is happy. The last press of the keys they lift their hands.

The boy and my owner turn heads. Gazing into each other’s eyes. They smile.

By Isaac ph.