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.
