The Piano Knows Something I Don T Know Lyrics Novels & Stories

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“Dear God, thanks for bringing me here. I entrust everything to You. I need to renew my strength as I have to make a decision soon. My family did not understand how I felt right now, but You did. Unfortunately, I have forgotten You again and again because I am preoccupied with my work and love life. She began to play her favorite song, “Whisper a Prayer and Amazing Grace.” Then, she played her composition. She missed the black and white keys and their soothing melody and rhythm as she pressed them. Her thoughts were racing and on second thought she made it happen. She hummed and searched the keys. Then, she played a brand-new composition along with her most recent poem. That longing energy f

Like I’m watching someone else’s life from behind a window. There’s dust on the grand piano. Still sheet music from the last time I touched it—Beethoven. Moonlight Sonata. I lift the cover. Press one key. The sound is hollow. I don’t play. Not yet. I’m not ready to put music back inside my body when I’m still clearing out the noise. Alex finds me in the hall. His expression is unreadable, but I know him well enough to know something’s off. “What is it?” I ask.

Right now, only one thing is missing and that is little Arcenciel. Tears start rolling down my face involuntary. I watch my cute baby sleep. I leave him there. And start thinking about Niklaus and my situation we are going on our second child but our marriage is not yet known to the world and we never had a wedding and I start thinking about a song I heard on the radio recently I g****e the lyrics and the sheet music for the song. I walk into a room where there's a piano that one uses. I put my tablet on the piano to see the sheet music. And I run through it once and then memorize the lyrics. Once I got the hang of it. I d******d the song on my phone. And then put my earphones in and once I'

Her backpack bouncing on her back. She walked closer to the piano with slow steps, pressing the keys softly making the sound resound in the room. The sound bounced on the blue walls echoing in the room. Her fingers started working on their own as she played a tune she didn't know ever existed. She never took piano lessons but her fingers worked on their own. She sat down on the dusty chair and closed her eyes.

I want to keep that part of me concealed, but she looked persistent to squeeze a response from me. “I don’t know…” I lied. “I know and I can feel that you know it. You just don’t want to admit it,” she pointed out which only muted me and made me swallow all of my rebuttals. “You see? There are truths you cannot say, and I also have my fair share of the same thing, so don’t push me to answer questions like that. Let’s go. They might have been waiting for the both of us there. Do not forget to lock the door when you leave.”

He gave me a boyish smile before he walked towards the piano and started playing a song. A familiar song echoed the whole place as he started tapping the keys of the piano. The song was 'Everything I do, I do it for you'. I didn't know that he could play a piano and he looked breathtakingly handsome seeing him play like that. For some reason, I couldn't move from my spot and I kept on staring at him as he played the song. I didn't want to miss even a second of him playing it. I wanted to etch every moment of it in my mind.

Like I’m missing the piece that makes sense of everything. My phone is on the table, face down so I won’t obsess over whether he’s called or texted. I keep telling myself I’ll reach out once I’ve learned something worth showing him. Once I can prove I’m serious about making things right. But God, it’s taking longer than I thought. I didn’t expect learning piano to feel like I’m teaching my hands to speak a new language. The sound of footsteps behind me makes me turn, and I see my mom standing in the doorway, wiping her hands on a dish towel. She gives me a curious look, then her eyes flick to the piano keys displayed on my screen.

"And because I know you can hear me, I'm going to sing to you. I bought my piano. It really was hard convincing the doctor to let me bring it. But she finally did agree when I told her you like me singing alot. She feels it'd make your condition improve." He played the first few tunes and the melody that came out of the piano was good. He paused for a while before he cleared his throat and began. An empty street An empty house A hole inside my heart I'm all alone The rooms are getting smaller I wonder how I wonder why I wonder where they are The days we had The songs we sang together Oh yeah And all my love I'm holding on forever Reaching for the love that seems so far So I say a little pray

“I’m beginning to suspect you may be anti-social, honey.” His eyes held mine as the pianist did a run on the keyboard, transitioning from Bach’s G-string to Vivaldi's four seasons. I fisted my hand on my lap, “Why did you kill her?”