The piano was such a beautiful instrument. When played, the melody could carry for miles, and its sound would not dilute. It is composed of strings and hammers, so brash, yet so delicate a sound. Emotion can hide behind the force with which it is played. However, it seems it is a lost art. There was such a piece, beloved by it's players. Sadly, it is no more, lost in the decay of time that claims all things. However, its art remains forever in our hearts and consumed by our ears with hunger.
I know it's horrid, but also totally uninspired. I can't work under duress. XD
I know it's horrid, but also totally uninspired. I can't work under duress. XD