The piano was seen at the end of the coridor in the shadows.
k
She was born to play the piano. Her long, slender fingers were meant to embrace the ivory white keys. The music flows out of her fingers.
Ahcir
it has strings and makes amazing sounds if it properly played. there have been some great people that have played and are now very famous. if it wasnt for these individuals, there might not be as many people playing as there are
brandon
I sat staring at the piano, not knowing where to start. This was going to be my masterpiece, it had to be. All I could hear was silence.
sam
Oddly enough, you have the ability to tell my future though I am the one with the pen that stains your pages like tiny pianos falling on one by one.
Christianne
Jared played the scales for two hours: the minimum for his recital practice that would be in three weeks. His fingers ached, his brow furrowed. He tried to sit up straight as was taught to him by Professor Ledwig for correct posture, but sometimes instinct would take over, and at the end he would hunch over his seat. A nasty habit. His eyes darted from the sheet music to the window; he yearned to play outside in the snow with the other kids. Sometimes a snowball thrown here and there would have him loose concentration and a finger stroke the wrong key bringing him back to the present.
“Attention, young Jared.” said the professor, his face stern with concentration. Picking up his small, black baton, he tapped the ledge on top of the keys and made the boy play once more.
Withholding a sigh, his body lurched forward on the small stool as he began again.
Ledwig smiled. “One, two, three, good! One, two three!”
The smell of firewood mixed with poinsettias that sat on the mantle filled the room.
Gouldin Lion
There was a time when i use to take piano lessons. but when i was took the class the instructor ran off with all my money and nothing learned
allon
there was nothing that showed up on my screen.
nothing
I would love to sit in front of my Nannys piano and touch the ivory keys with my fingers. I miss her, and I miss the sound she would make when she played a coat of many colors.
amanda
A way to express yourself, music is joy. You could tell an entire story, with just a few notes. Pure beauty, pure joy, pure life.
Anonymous
my piano sat in the corner for years, untouched. One day my little brother decided he was going to sit down and learn it. I never thought he would turn out to be as good as he was. In a little over a year he was playing recitals regularly.
jimbo
I used to play the piano. It felt like such a poetic thing to do, such a poetic-person-with-a-poetic-life thing to do, especially when it rained.
I never changed lives with my music, though. And I could never play and daydream at the same time, which would’ve been pleasant.
And this year in May, I managed to mess it all up, by falling nose over keyboard over shaking white fingers, and walked out of piano without a sound.
Mona
i love his piano; in fact i envy it. the keys get to feel the warmth of his touch, know the depth of his love, enjoy the pleasure of his passionate caress…
Layla Macoran
musical instrument used to play melodic tunes that can give hippos orgasms in less than a minute.
Unfortunately, a hippos orgasm creates so much sperm that it can drown a small village.
Thank goodness.
Jordan F.
A baby grand piano is what Aunt Lucy wanted for her 50th birthday. Unfortunately, I couldn’t afford it, but I would pass by the nearest piano store, looking in the display window at the best model. And I hoped that one day I would be able to get one. But for now, it was one of many things on my to-do list; I had to go to the grocery store and pick up a gallon of milk for my wife.
Gouldin Lion
theres nothing in the world compares to family get togethers round at grans especially when she gets the piano out ,and we all have a good sing
Anonymous
music, playing upon black and white keys. a melody, a symphony. on a grand piano…
lara
i always wanted to play the piano. It is romantic and beautiful. It’s so heavy to move, especially if there are stairs. I want a piano. Why does everybody want to own a piano. It would probably be like my guitar, dusty in a corner, abandonned.
Anik
music
shelly
is a beautiful instruement. Plays amazing music and i wish i knew how to play it.
Britain
a piano is a machine that transcribes all of an individual’s inner-most thoughts through sound and melody. it’s a haven to most and annoying to some.
beepont
I play the piano. I don’t play it very well – I took lessons for a couple of years and I’ve got the basic grasp of it. I enjoy playing. I really like playing things by ear or just looking at the notes as the pianist plays them, then writing them down and running off to play them myself. I really regret stopping.
Tom Hooper
I love a piano, love a piano.
Black and white together
flat and sharp together
Minor key
major Key
Play play play
heart and soul,
chopsticks!
lioness13
play tinker tinkle the keys black and white ascending and descending the blues, the baroque, the ivory goes on and on
Zog
soft
hard
celebrate
love
hate
practice
melody
fingers press on keys
how many times, how many
play piano go
Amber
I used to play the piano. It was the love of my life. The melody would flow from my fingers, swirl around my head and then float off into the next room. It’s like an old friend that makes me happy.
Deb
play music
Anonymous
big wooden thing, usually brown with white and black,for people to play to enjoy
anicka
The tinkling of the rain outside is as the sound of a pianist playing an adagio from the heart; only it doesn’t last, what comes from the heart seems to falter and come to an abrupt ending, unexpectedly as lightening strike, or haltingly as staccato played by the grand pianist of life.
John K.
The piano keys, ivory and ebony. It stood in the parlor of her great aunt’s apartment in Brooklyn. It was part of her supposed inheritance. That she was supposed to be grateful for. Bullshit. Aunt Edna was trapping her. From beyond the grave. The nerve.
kimber
Black, white, ivory. Sound strings, echoes, wooden and lonely.
asdfj
i wish i could play the piano sometimes except there were always too many keys. my grandma used to put masking tape on them so i knew which key was which but then i just always looked at the masking tape. I wonder who invented the piano. i could probably wiki it but I’m typing. piano is a funny word and i also wonder where it comes from. I still wish I could play it.
JBay
One day, as I was staying at my grandmother’s house shortly after her death, I heard the ghostly sound of the her piano echoing from the next room. As I went to investigate, I saw the ghosts of all those who had played at its keys…. and I was comforted.
Mary
The keys are white. I tap them, furiosuly,and they make noises. Sort of like the inside of my brain, but prettier. Laura plays the piano. Fuck. This is harder than I thought. Doo doo doo doo doo piano. The black makes an ugly sound. Does anyone actually use the foot pedals? I’d pick a hundred grand over a baby-grand anyday.
Danielle
piano tem as teclas pretas, as teclas brancas – branco e preto no mesmo objecto e isso traz harmonia na musica criada
ruth
The piano glistened in the moonlight, while the curtains blew in the breeze. The soft tinkling of the keys could be heard from up the staircase. It sent a shiver though her because she knew that there was no one down there. Who could this mysterious spirit be? she wondered. who?
Kathy
Jeffry eyed the piano keyboard with suspicion and disgust. His mother had dragged him, literally, kicking and screaming out of the house for his first piano lesson. He sat on the bench with his jaws clenched and his hands tucked into his armpits.
Susan
musical instrument….every house seems to have one, all little kids love them
scott
the piano is an amazing creation.
The sounds and music that come from it make me jump with joy. I love to listen to it as if it were going to take me away.
I would love to learn how to play. I think its very romantic and would be a hudge win.
Plus I think my soul would like it.
Jacob
The piano stands as a reminder of all the times I wished I had practiced. It’s silent, wanting to be loud, but hindered by my own ineptitude. Neglecting one’s talent is like silencing the muse.
The piano was seen at the end of the coridor in the shadows.
She was born to play the piano. Her long, slender fingers were meant to embrace the ivory white keys. The music flows out of her fingers.
it has strings and makes amazing sounds if it properly played. there have been some great people that have played and are now very famous. if it wasnt for these individuals, there might not be as many people playing as there are
I sat staring at the piano, not knowing where to start. This was going to be my masterpiece, it had to be. All I could hear was silence.
Oddly enough, you have the ability to tell my future though I am the one with the pen that stains your pages like tiny pianos falling on one by one.
Jared played the scales for two hours: the minimum for his recital practice that would be in three weeks. His fingers ached, his brow furrowed. He tried to sit up straight as was taught to him by Professor Ledwig for correct posture, but sometimes instinct would take over, and at the end he would hunch over his seat. A nasty habit. His eyes darted from the sheet music to the window; he yearned to play outside in the snow with the other kids. Sometimes a snowball thrown here and there would have him loose concentration and a finger stroke the wrong key bringing him back to the present.
“Attention, young Jared.” said the professor, his face stern with concentration. Picking up his small, black baton, he tapped the ledge on top of the keys and made the boy play once more.
Withholding a sigh, his body lurched forward on the small stool as he began again.
Ledwig smiled. “One, two, three, good! One, two three!”
The smell of firewood mixed with poinsettias that sat on the mantle filled the room.
There was a time when i use to take piano lessons. but when i was took the class the instructor ran off with all my money and nothing learned
there was nothing that showed up on my screen.
I would love to sit in front of my Nannys piano and touch the ivory keys with my fingers. I miss her, and I miss the sound she would make when she played a coat of many colors.
A way to express yourself, music is joy. You could tell an entire story, with just a few notes. Pure beauty, pure joy, pure life.
my piano sat in the corner for years, untouched. One day my little brother decided he was going to sit down and learn it. I never thought he would turn out to be as good as he was. In a little over a year he was playing recitals regularly.
I used to play the piano. It felt like such a poetic thing to do, such a poetic-person-with-a-poetic-life thing to do, especially when it rained.
I never changed lives with my music, though. And I could never play and daydream at the same time, which would’ve been pleasant.
And this year in May, I managed to mess it all up, by falling nose over keyboard over shaking white fingers, and walked out of piano without a sound.
i love his piano; in fact i envy it. the keys get to feel the warmth of his touch, know the depth of his love, enjoy the pleasure of his passionate caress…
musical instrument used to play melodic tunes that can give hippos orgasms in less than a minute.
Unfortunately, a hippos orgasm creates so much sperm that it can drown a small village.
Thank goodness.
A baby grand piano is what Aunt Lucy wanted for her 50th birthday. Unfortunately, I couldn’t afford it, but I would pass by the nearest piano store, looking in the display window at the best model. And I hoped that one day I would be able to get one. But for now, it was one of many things on my to-do list; I had to go to the grocery store and pick up a gallon of milk for my wife.
theres nothing in the world compares to family get togethers round at grans especially when she gets the piano out ,and we all have a good sing
music, playing upon black and white keys. a melody, a symphony. on a grand piano…
i always wanted to play the piano. It is romantic and beautiful. It’s so heavy to move, especially if there are stairs. I want a piano. Why does everybody want to own a piano. It would probably be like my guitar, dusty in a corner, abandonned.
music
is a beautiful instruement. Plays amazing music and i wish i knew how to play it.
a piano is a machine that transcribes all of an individual’s inner-most thoughts through sound and melody. it’s a haven to most and annoying to some.
I play the piano. I don’t play it very well – I took lessons for a couple of years and I’ve got the basic grasp of it. I enjoy playing. I really like playing things by ear or just looking at the notes as the pianist plays them, then writing them down and running off to play them myself. I really regret stopping.
I love a piano, love a piano.
Black and white together
flat and sharp together
Minor key
major Key
Play play play
heart and soul,
chopsticks!
play tinker tinkle the keys black and white ascending and descending the blues, the baroque, the ivory goes on and on
soft
hard
celebrate
love
hate
practice
melody
fingers press on keys
how many times, how many
play piano go
I used to play the piano. It was the love of my life. The melody would flow from my fingers, swirl around my head and then float off into the next room. It’s like an old friend that makes me happy.
play music
big wooden thing, usually brown with white and black,for people to play to enjoy
The tinkling of the rain outside is as the sound of a pianist playing an adagio from the heart; only it doesn’t last, what comes from the heart seems to falter and come to an abrupt ending, unexpectedly as lightening strike, or haltingly as staccato played by the grand pianist of life.
The piano keys, ivory and ebony. It stood in the parlor of her great aunt’s apartment in Brooklyn. It was part of her supposed inheritance. That she was supposed to be grateful for. Bullshit. Aunt Edna was trapping her. From beyond the grave. The nerve.
Black, white, ivory. Sound strings, echoes, wooden and lonely.
i wish i could play the piano sometimes except there were always too many keys. my grandma used to put masking tape on them so i knew which key was which but then i just always looked at the masking tape. I wonder who invented the piano. i could probably wiki it but I’m typing. piano is a funny word and i also wonder where it comes from. I still wish I could play it.
One day, as I was staying at my grandmother’s house shortly after her death, I heard the ghostly sound of the her piano echoing from the next room. As I went to investigate, I saw the ghosts of all those who had played at its keys…. and I was comforted.
The keys are white. I tap them, furiosuly,and they make noises. Sort of like the inside of my brain, but prettier. Laura plays the piano. Fuck. This is harder than I thought. Doo doo doo doo doo piano. The black makes an ugly sound. Does anyone actually use the foot pedals? I’d pick a hundred grand over a baby-grand anyday.
piano tem as teclas pretas, as teclas brancas – branco e preto no mesmo objecto e isso traz harmonia na musica criada
The piano glistened in the moonlight, while the curtains blew in the breeze. The soft tinkling of the keys could be heard from up the staircase. It sent a shiver though her because she knew that there was no one down there. Who could this mysterious spirit be? she wondered. who?
Jeffry eyed the piano keyboard with suspicion and disgust. His mother had dragged him, literally, kicking and screaming out of the house for his first piano lesson. He sat on the bench with his jaws clenched and his hands tucked into his armpits.
musical instrument….every house seems to have one, all little kids love them
the piano is an amazing creation.
The sounds and music that come from it make me jump with joy. I love to listen to it as if it were going to take me away.
I would love to learn how to play. I think its very romantic and would be a hudge win.
Plus I think my soul would like it.
The piano stands as a reminder of all the times I wished I had practiced. It’s silent, wanting to be loud, but hindered by my own ineptitude. Neglecting one’s talent is like silencing the muse.