My Sister

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The house is quiet

And dark

Except for the sound of piano

That my younger sister plays

The sound floats through the house

One note

Two

Three

It picks up speed

Then drops to barely a whisper

And as the oil lamps flicker

She starts over again

The familiar sound is comforting

The power is out

But the piano still works

I wish I could play as well

Or sing as well

Or talk to people as she does

But I can't

I can play the piano

But it's only mediocre

I can draw

I can write

My voice sounds like a child

And I hate it

It's so annoying

But her laugh

Is contagious

She is everything to me

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