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.
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,
It was far from merely a piece of wood,
It was dreams, aspirations, fantasy,
And faith in a beautiful future……
-By Lavanya Gupta