Each chime of a piano key sends another pleasing feeling down my spine. The sounds feel beautiful and I close my eyes to enjoy it. I can feel the vibrations of the notes in the desk I sit at.
I don't think I've ever appreciated the music of a piano before now. Never realised that the goosebumps rise along my flesh like it would a massage. I don't want it to end.
The students around me chatter and chuckle, gossiping among themselves. I don't think one person is admiring the soothing Dos and Mis which emanate from the classroom piano. But I wouldn't know, not when I can't see. The talk could be distracting to other people, but I only focus my hearing on the musical instrument. Each time our professor stops playing a song, my blood slows in its veins, hoping it continue playing and won't stop.
I try to imagine the piano in my head. I have a piano at home, but unfortunately am not able to play it's begging beauty of a tune since I don't know how to play. Having said piano means that I was able to view a piano before my eyes closed forever and I could no longer see. I had felt around the classrooms new piano very carefully when we first got it. I tried to feel each crease, each knot, and each carve in the wood. I tried to memorise each end, each curve, and each chip in the keys. It's fairly easy to see the piano in my mind.
The song stops, the feeling of clear serenity lingers before elevating once again when another song plays. Goosebumps descend and ascend in sync with the notes and rhythm. I feel at peace, frustration from previously draining from my system and a slight sense of calm replaces it. The song stops once more.
"Okay everyone, let's continue reading."
My heart sinks. I wish to hear the sounds from playful to soft to serious again, but instead, I let my goosebumps fade, pick up my book and run my fingertip on the dots of my book as my professor reads with our moving hands.
"Nature's first green is gold,
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Her hardest hue to hold.
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Her early leaf's a flower;
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But only so an hour.
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Then leaf subsides to leaf.
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So Eden sank to grief,
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So dawn goes down to day.
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Nothing gold can stay."
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by Jack Frost
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