Tuesday, April 05, 2005

She could smell the oak from underneath the polished paint. It was still covered up in multiple layers of protective plastic sheets to avoid damage during delivery. The C143 Wurlitzer Grand she had to scrimp and survive earnestly for, arrived in its grandest form. A considerably great stretch of space was specially designed to perfectly fit it. The maroon curtains majestically dived down from ceiling to floor, signifying the coming of something greater than the norm. Graciously, she lifted the covers that now separated her from the piano, and carefully savoured every note that articulated from satin ebony perfection.

For months, she sat at it, idolising every piece played, every note rendered. Jazz, classical, contemporary classical, musicals, pop, new age; there wasn't anything that the piano couldn't flawlessly beautify. It was all she ever wanted and needed. She had performed for dozens, to hundreds, to thousands of people in her audience. It was life's pride and joy, to her.

For years, her pride and joy did her good service, and never failed to make her shine amidst the down turn economy; it had brought in much bread and butter, perhaps even in excess. She lived a life of luxury and comfort, doing what she loved every single day of her life with her treasured piano.

After more than a decade, she found one of the bass black keys slipping into failure of its function. The note hung low and the all that was produced from that note was a feign blur sound which was replaced by the crystal vivid sound she could remember. Before she could realise, note by note, more of them were disfunctioning. She insistently refused to call for the tune-up man to get the notes repaired. Not everything can be repaired, not the glistening music she would play before, not the crystal sharp notes she could derive from hitting the each key.

She could only relish memories and embrace reminisice of her youth and her love. Never did she settle for any other from then after.

Similarly, memories, agony, love, torture, hurt, may never be recovered.