Charles’s Piano
My name is Charles. I love to play the piano as it was the thing I love to do when I was a little boy. It keeps me calm and when I am mad it is the first thing that comes to mind. Every time I play it I play the song which my wife cherished until the accident.
Victoria Vickers was her name, she was the love of my life me and her were devoted to one another. She was a brilliant musician. Sometimes I think she’s still here, playing along to our tune and then at the end kisses me goodnight and finally disappears.
Going back even further into the past I can remember being in the war. I and my brother had hidden behind a well-made wall I nodded at him, he went out first, and he was shot. My only brother left had being killed. If I’m not thinking about Victoria I’m thinking about him. I have regretted it all my life it was my fault. It’s been a burden which will hang over me forever. Since then I’ve looked after his son.
It takes me back to the time when he gave me a hobby horse. The pole is blue and so are the eyes. I passed it down to George (my brother’s son). He has never left it out of his sight as it’s the on recollection of his dad.
A memory of me and George practising the song that Malcolm (George’s dad) used to desire most Nakin Cole which inspired Malcolm to love songs. The piano has stored millions of memories which have being passed down throughout our family. But my favourite memory was when the family had a get together we would take it in turns playing or trying to play out favourite songs.
Now I play the piano whilst George runs around the instrument shooting bad guys and hopping fences. I always tell him that he’s a reflection of his father. I was playing on the piano when it came to the last note George ran round and pressed the key down. I looked at him and he looked at me we both smiled at each other.
