Player Piano Novels & Stories

A piano. My steps led me to the main room, where the old piano stood like a keeper of time. There he was. Sitting with a slightly hunched back, his fingers pressing gently against the keys. He was playing something I didn’t recognize. Perhaps not even a song—perhaps just a series of notes whispered by his heart. "I didn’t know you could play the piano," I said from the doorway. He turned briefly, then gave a small smile. "Not really. But sometimes the things you can’t say with your mouth find a way out through the keys."

A girl dressed in an all black, long fitted gown with a thin black cloth covering her eyes sat in front of a piano. Her fair, long, slender fingers rummaged through the piano keys, and soon enough, a beautiful melody sounded from the instrument. The girl playing the music swayed slowly as if moving with the calm rhythm of the sound from the piano. The tune coming from the piano seemed to carry magic as it healed everyone's inner soul. The tune carried a calming sound, which made people yearn more for it.

Then in the living room which has a wide balcony, there is a classical piano that stands proudly at the edge of the living room. Nicolas, who had not seen the piano for the first time, immediately approached him and pressed the notes to do re mi fa so la si does with ease. Because. Since he was three years old, his Grandpa has introduced him to the instrument and taught him the basic chords. The boy who was sucking his nose again grinned happily because he managed to put his knowledge into practice even though he had already boarded a plane and was in the middle of nowhere that he had only been on for 10 hours.

PLAY MY HEART (When two players fall in love) Written By : Authoress Tyna Episode 15 CLEONA I woke up feeling warm and tingly all over plus my lips also had this warm buzzing feeling even as I touched them and I couldn't figure out why. While trying to figure out what could have happened, I suddenly heard a knock on the door and I watched as Andre walked in, a breakfast tray in hand. "Good morning Cleo. How was your rest?"

Banging noises came from outside my walls and my brows quirked in confusion. I lived alone. Quickly, I stood, careful not to make a sound. I grabbed the gun I had illegally purchased after I noticed that I was being followed (twice). Flipping it out of the safety lock, I gripped the butt tightly, hiding it behind my back as I opened the door gently. The noise came again, the clacks and bangs of pots and pans sounding through the house. This thief obviously didn't go to stealing school. Cus what in the hell of unstealthiness was this noise?