It used to be a delicate dash of hornbeam and maple--- varnished, smooth, and free of splinters. The webs were once satin; the scars were once indications of a 1924 classic. Or was it prevalent that 1924 classics had these kinds of scars?
I ran my fingers across the keys. The first key dropped to an octave lower than its original note. But then, how could I know? If there's one thing I would be filled to be oblivious to, it's the art of music. What caught me was the grandeur of the piano itself, its antiquity as a whole.
The words Steinway & Sons were barely evident, without very close inspection they would be as illegible as my mind when I first saw the piano. The maple wood, though scraped off and truncated to irregular shapes, was evenly polished and smelt of cinnamon. Who knew something this repulsive could turn into a fine piece of art?
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Mystery / ThrillerWho knew something this grand could hold such abhorrence? Newlyweds Clyde and Daphne had it all-- a perfect family, a perfect job, a perfect life. Until that one night when the piano played by itself. They should have seen that coming; because what...
