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The Pianist

❝ 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘫𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘪, 𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘯 ❞

Word count: 1228

— 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐝𝐲 🎹 ❞

Si
La
Sol
Fa
Mi
Re
Do
B
A
G
F
E
D
C

What are these words? What do these letters signify? Only a bunch of syllables, connecting in ways no words ever form. Perhaps it sounds like the babbling of an infant. But the sequence is too complex for that.

What do they represent?

Many are those who've heard these words, and few are those who know their importance. Rare are the people who can read this language, not even hidden from their eyes. They are illiterate in the tongue of sound and music.

"But what a lovely sound they make when written harmoniously."

As the clock chimed the eleventh hour of the day, Serena raised her hands to the piano's keys. It had been four hours since she sat down, but her practice hardly bore fruit. She didn't feel like playing but the date of her recital was approaching. As she played a few keys, the soft click of the door caught her attention, followed by a voice she loved and cherished.

"Mama!"

A girl just turned sixteen months old, hobbled into the room. With two arms in front to steady her balance, she walked, one slow step at a time, to reach her mother. The woman patiently waited for her little ray of sunshine.

"What brings you here, my little Daisy?" she said, caressing her daughter's head as she plopped her arm on her legs.

"Up! Up!" she repeated, holding her arms out.

"Do you want to watch Mama play?" she softly cooed, sitting her child on her lap. Daisy immediately started tapping her fingers on the keys. At the sound of the cacophony, others would've flinched or blocked their ears, but Serena never reacted that way. The noise always brought a smile to her lips. She remembered happy memories whenever her daughter would grace her ears with the clanging noise of notes.

Her daughter, Daisy, was a carbon copy of her husband. They shared the same caramel-glazed curly hair except for white hairs sprinkled in Daisy's hair like powdered sugar on a donut. Her eyes were a wonderful mix of brown and green, with whispy white lashes and light freckles on her cheeks.

"There you are, you little runner," someone sighed from the door. Serena held back a giggle.

"She's an elusive one, isn't she."