As her fingers danced

on the faded yellowed keys,

a piece of wood began to sing.

Black and white keys,

meaning nothing to someone else,

were that girl’s lifeline.

Her comfort

when life’s dark clouds,

threatened to wipe out her smile;

When her burden,

seemed too heavy to carry;

When sorrow lay hidden,

behind every strained smile;

When the love and comfort,

of home, seemed too far from her grasp….

The piano was more than just an instrument for her,

It was a home,

A  hope,

A family…..

It was far from merely a piece of wood,

It was dreams, aspirations, fantasy,

And faith in a beautiful future……

                                                                         -By Lavanya Gupta

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