Player Piano Novels & Stories

So it's shocking to see one in Saint's house that he can also play the piano gracefully. I take a deep breath, adjust my position on the white piano bench, ready my bare foot on the pedal. I steady my fingers on the black and white keys and start to play. The soft music hums in the air. Notes are swirling around in my head. The black and white keys flash before my eyes making my fingers respond to time and rhythm. Once I master a piece, my fingers fly on the piano playing challenging scales and chords that I did not know my hands could reach. The only time I feel peace and composure. The only time where I can be in control and feel free in my life.

He could not help but feel the weight of every note and emotion as she prepared to perform. Taking a deep breath, she sat at the polished ebony keys, her fingers gently caressing them with reverence. The instrument seemed to come alive beneath her touch, resonating with a soft, melodious hum. As she began to play, the first notes of the piano danced through the air, filling the grand room with a hauntingly beautiful melody.

She sat ramrod-straight and perched on the edge of the low padded bench, her knees pressed together, one ankle laced over the other and slightly hidden beneath the bench as her eyes fixated on the black and white keys before her. The piano had returned from Germany where it had been taken for restoration. Its silken black colour glossed beneath the afternoon rays of light that slipped through the open window in the parlour. Parisa studied the lid prop, straightened and fixed from where it had shattered when he slammed his wife’s face into the lid. The weight of her body coupled with his unnatural strength sent splinters of wood dancing across the air and ribbons of blood coursing over the ke

"Very similar, much more than the prior instrument. Several other excellent pianists have chosen the Silent and have been completely satisfied. It's the same mechanism, made in the same factory - by the same craftsmen. It's as close a match as you will find, I believe." She pursed her lips. "Alright. I'll practice my begging. But... Peter - since I'm here, may I be extraordinarily cheeky?" "I have a suspicion I know what you are going to ask, and let me just be frank - I live for these moments," said Mr Bittern. "How may I be of assistance to you?" "The concert grand - the CX1, the Black Beauty. May I introduce myself to her?"

Nasa gitna ang piano at ang point of view nito ay nakaharap sa may bintana. Lumapit ako sa piano at marahang umupo. Marahan kong hinaplos ang isang key using the fingertip of my index finger. It felt so warm even though the atmosphere of the room was cold. I smiled when I realized that the key of this piano is like giving me the nostalgic feeling back then when I was still Lumina and that I can't play the piano. Yep, not a single note. "You can't play?" Napalingon ako sa gilid ko at nakita ang lumilipad na maliit na dragon. Though having a cute appearance, I know it's mocking me for not being able to play the piano.

Just through the parts of the mansion he was permitted, the gallery, the foyer, the long sitting room with its leather couches and fully stocked bar that he had visited once with Ryan in the early days. The piano was in the far corner of the sitting room, half-hidden behind a tall Japanese screen he hadn’t noticed before. A grand piano, black and immaculate, its lid closed. It looked like something that had always been in the room and never been played — the kind of beautiful object kept for the appearance of culture rather than the practice of it. Dave lifted the lid. The keys were perfect. Not a mark on them. He sat down on the bench and looked at them for a long moment. Then, very quietly

It was closed tight, but from the gap beneath it, a warm light spilled out, pulsing gently in time with the soft music. My hand rose hesitantly. But curiosity won. I touched the handle—it was ice cold, like it had just come out of a freezer. I cracked the door open. The music grew clearer. Not a music box. A piano. Someone was playing a piano in there. I opened the door slightly wider and peeked inside. It was a large room with high walls and arched windows. In the center stood a grand black piano, elegant and majestic. In front of it, someone sat with their back to me, fingers gliding across the keys with a soft, beautiful touch.

Kylie smiled back, and said, “I missed you too baby. Tell me, is there anything you want to do today?” Kiara nodded her head and began pulling Kylie towards the stairs. They both walked together until they got to Kiara's music room When Kylie opened the door and walked in with Kiara, her mouth slightly opened in awe of the large piano sitting close to a smaller one she had guessed belonged solely to Kiara. There were also other musical instruments. Rare ones, expensive ones, a lot of them. “Why…” “The piano Mommy,” Kiara said, pointing in the direction of the two pianos.

With my mother’s food in mind, I left the bedroom and walked to the kitchen on the main floor. Classic music is flowing from the living room and I hear glass toasting. What is possibly going on? As I reach the end of the wood staircase I see my family having fun with my mates and I couldn’t be happier, even though I’m tired and hungry as h*ll. “You know, I’ve never seen them that happy. And I kind of grew up with them.” Penny approaches me in a white pair of satin pajamas. “Pijama party?” I ask her giggling.

After five minutes passed, the host approached and inquired. Chloe nodded solemnly. "I'm ready." "All right, I'll pass the floor to you then, Ms. Chloe." Chloe's outward composure belied the nerves bubbling within her. She flexed her fingers a few times, envisioning the melody in her mind. As her fingertips gently touched the intermingling black and white keys, a remarkable sound emerged from the piano, filling the air with its enchantment. The piano notes flowed like a meandering stream through the mountains, winding and twisting, taking unexpected turns, all while bearing a captivating melody. The song’s gentleness and soothing quality resonated with the depths of the soul.