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The Pianist


I watched her, as I often did, since the news she had simply surrendered everything, sold her home, resigned from her position within a multinational organization. It had been a very wet summer, but with that comes its rewards, and the autumn afternoon which had arrived was stupendous, the sun was shining and the amber glow in forest was breathtaking, glistening through the trees, and honoring her humble shack with brilliance.

There was no need for anything other than what she possessed, and in many respects she was highly content with herself with inner peace and tranquility, and surrounded by the most scenic and serene place that could ever be established within the forest.

Her now home, consisted of minimalistic possessions with the exception of the Piano which rested in the corner, everything else she ever possessed had been sold off or gifted to others, with financial contributions to her heartfelt charities, nothing consisted of any monetary value any longer.

She had refused any treatment for her ailments, as she considered it futile and anyway she wanted to retain her dignity and had accepted the cards that fate had dealt her, with her mind now cleansed with no ounce of guilt or shame, she simply asked, not pleaded with the Lord not to engulf her in torturous pain.

Having always been honest, kind and considerate to herself and others as she navigated through her life, this didn’t seem like an unwelcome request, and every endeavor had been undertaken to minimize any hardship or infliction upon her soul. But now was the time and she knew it, she had seen it through the eyes of a child, although it was not welcome, she still witnessed it in her mind with pure clarity and innocence.

Her mental and physic powers with which she had been blessed with had saved her in the past from perilous situation, but this was beyond redemption. Having accepted the news, all she had to do was to prepare, so she prepared and I descended while posting my mental invitation to her.

Slowly I stepped downwards, captivating the breath of the forest, its depth, its texture and all of its beauty. She rose and slowly walked to the piano, gently lifting the black lid to reveal the ebony and ivory keys of life, with reluctance she placed her gentle fingers on the keys, and pressed the most thunderous note, which echoed out of the window into the forest through the open window, smashing through the awesome sunshine sending a shudder of pain into the serenity.


I continued my descent, listening to her notes pour out of the window, and they fell delightful open my ears, that coupled with the vision of the land beneath was surreal. She continued to play, and had now closed her eyes and emptied all of her hopes into the most melodic tune of her life, deep and long, short and sweet, the variety was massive but it was synchronized and melody harmonious, almost operatic like an aria.

I could sense her aura, as I approached the shack, that was considered home and walked slowly towards it, listening intently to each note as they danced and played with each other almost like innocent children in the park, and I smiled and stopped to contain myself. She shed a tear, and slowly it trickled down her face, tracing her beautiful contours like an erratic stream, and then she smiled softly to herself caressing the keys once again, for it was a tear of happiness.

Moving forward further I could now see her through the open window, smiling and relaxed, she had found peace, she was the epitome of beauty and always had been, ever since I cradled her in my arms as an infant. With immense reluctance I continued towards the window, engulfing the sweet music as she continued to play, the awesome gift to make the forest dance.

As I approached the door, she pressed the most thunderous tone, and pressed the pedal to hold it for as long as heavenly possible, for this was her last one. And I entered the room through the smallest of doors and stood there before her; she turned to me and smiled as the note began to dissipate into realms of nature, then it ended and she rose slowly from her seat and walked towards me taking my hand.

We both left the homely shack and started are ascension, slowly up the steps, step by step, then she spoke softly to me “Daddy I’ve missed you, now I know you have always been with me, I have always sensed you around me to protect and guide me, but I have one question?”And then she paused and sighed. “Daddy.. Why now? ” I turned slowly to her and quietly whispered to her “It’s because we have found you a very special place, one you truly deserve and its your time my princess, you’re ready and I besides I have missed you too” as we continued to climb the steps in front of us.

Nothing more was spoken, we both smiled and then her halo appeared. The earth had lost a golden spirit, but heaven had found an angel.




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The following comments are for "The Pianist"
by ukamigo

Pianists
I liked it but I had to force myself to stay in it. It's clear to me that the emd of the story was well thought out in your head. It's beautifully written and your heart is in it. The begining - not so much - tell me a little something more of her story. Give the reader some pathos. Let them have a reason to connect to her. Tell us some good and some difficult times she has been through. Why is the piano important? Why the woods? What powers? Right now she was this high powered corperate exect with a heart - (oxymoron?) and she plays piano. Tell us what made her different. Whats with the illness- what is it? - make me hurt for her-to feel the unfairness. The redemption at the end should have some counter point. Just my opinion- I give them because you write well and this could rewritten from a good story to great story. Thanks

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: December 16, 2008 )

In response to The Pianist
I respond to your remarks, and from your comments I can clearly establish, that you a quality writer with a broader perspective and would remark as follows :-

The Pianist is purely about the resignation to a terminal illness, whichever one fears mosts, the relinquish of all that most people desire in live in the way of personal belongings. Residing in a solemn, peaceful place borderline Utopia. The Piano is symbolic to the tale, as it allows her to share her feeling and emotions with the forest and all its surroundings, forests dont speak as such, but they can hear, and she has the option of extremely high to deathly bass notes to play, and she can excercise the option, as its her last will and testament. Me personally feel the ending is the epitome to the tale, the re-union with ultimate parental love, and the angelic reformation.. Hope that is of some assistance to your understanding.. Now i have offered an element of clarity, try reading again and let me know if you can hear the piano whilst you read. Thanks Steve

( Posted by: ukamigo [Member] On: December 17, 2008 )





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