Comments on 'Back At the Piano'The girls were purely mad I was sure of that. The uproar they were generating was unbelievable. All I could make out was laughter and a definite tussle.
After a few minutes which seemed like forever I was sure they had forgotten all about me, and although I was blind to their spectacle I felt like a pervert just standing there.
Slowly retracing my steps back to the bench, my hands fervently hunted for something. I wasn't sure what until I found it.
My hand clutched the pyramid box as I pulled it close. Gently placing it on the top edge of my piano, I flicked the little pendulum. A steady beat ensued. That perfect rhythm.
I closed my eyes and envisioned that it was her heartbeat. That woman with the soft accent. That woman who hums every night. What would it be like to hold her in my arms? To feel her touch?
But that would never happen. As I let the pendulum tick, I glided my fingers over the ivory keys. Starting with just one note, then the next chord. Soft and minor. I played the sorrow of my heart.2008-02-10T14:56:01Zhttp://ficlets.com/feed/story/20674Comment on Back At the Piano<p>Awww. Beautiful. There’s a sense of sacredness about this, that makes their world feel soft and peaceful.</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/20674?basename=400862008-02-10T14:56:01Zemma jo_234http://ficlets.com/authors/emmajComment on Back At the Piano<p>i absolutey loved this. i read it at least ten times. pierre is so tragically beautiful. all he needs now is the dorky kiwi girl to show him some fun. big red hearts to you for yet another beautiful piece.<br />loa.</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/20674?basename=400082008-02-10T03:05:33ZNouvelle Bardothttp://ficlets.com/authors/user_bardotComment on Back At the Piano<p>Ooh, deep, deep sadness and isolation with a steady rhythm.<br />LoA</p>http://ficlets.com/stories/20674?basename=400042008-02-10T02:49:42ZTHX 0477http://ficlets.com/authors/thx_0477