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
