the piano(Trixie)

the piano

Even when I was a young boy I played piano and now I am here and she is still here with me. She listens to me as I play here. Her song helps me get through my past. My whole family has been pianists and has been passed down for generations. She has been here for all through when I was a boy all the way to now. The beat of her song brings back memories happy and emotional.

My wife Mary was an amazing pianist we would sit for hours on end just playing all the songs we knew. When I play I feel her with me. On hour wedding after the party we played the piano. She was so good at playing from the first time her fingers touched the keys she was outstanding.

Going even more back when I was a self-medic. I told my friend to go that it was safe to shoot. He was shot the second he stepped away from the wall. I pulled him back he died in my arms!!! It should have been me I deserve to have this burden forever until I die like he did because of me.

I remember my 6th birthday when I got the best present in the world. I wasn’t really expecting to get anything because my family where very poor. My hobby horse would keep me entertained for hours. It came in a blue box with dark blue ribbon and a smart blue bow on top. I would play games with my friends about cowboys and in the end the horses would come and save us.

All my memories disappear I keep playing like I always have. My grandson playing with his toys under the piano in a world of his own. He stops and comes to sit next to me. I give my head a jolt at one of the keys he nodded back, he put a little finger on the key and the song ended. My son is teaching to play piano every time he plays he sounds like Mary. He reminds me of her his eyes especially.

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