You have probably heard a story of a young saturnine girl playing the piano thousand times before, but presumably not about the girl.
Sitting by the piano a cold Thursday afternoon a young girl was, just as usually. It would be inspiring to see and to hear her play, as she does it in such delight and the same time so, so gloomily. Her back straight up, the sheet of music in front of her, her thin fingers dancing over the piano so elegantly.
Her hair was always put up in a bun just where the neck connects with the back of her head, her cheeks blossoming as the cherry trees in the spring and her eyes deep blue as the ocean at the other side of the world, always filled with such sorrow, as drizzle falling in to a pond. The mouth was small, but sharp and the lips always pressed together as if she was trying to hold back her ocean to drain out. She was so skilful and knows the song so well that no one could stop her feelings coming from the piano to burst into them. Although she never cried the people around her did since by her music she described everything.
Every Thursday of her life this well dressed tiny girl, in her pink fluffy skirt, white blouse and her hair so perfectly made, came by the local library just to play the same song by the piano. Just to get her feelings out of her and into other people. She was always just playing, never telling since there was nothing for her to tell.
People always gave her a big applause and compliments, but when she finished, she just took her sheet music and walked across the audience silently.
This girl went to the library every Thursday for the rest of her life, even though she can remember clear as glass the old days sitting jittery with the boy at the piano, playing the song together. They never talked to each other, but only because there was no need to, their music said everything. It was visibly as the bells ringing on the christmas morning. You should have seen them by the piano smiling modestly when looking at each other to then turn their eyes down at the piano again, just continuing to play. It was pure love. For the people listening back then it was beauty described as the morning sun shining thru the foliage, glittering when meeting the dew in the grass. The happiness everyone felt was like the first snow falling in the early winter and the pleasure they felt afterwards was as warm as the summer sun caressing your skin.
Then it was this Thursday. She came by the library as every week, she was playing more saturnine than ever and even the people around her started to realise deep in their hearts how sad her story was, that all these people have heard a whole life and not done anything more than just listening, just because thats the way human beings works. They all knew it but did nothing and when she left the piano this weary day she left her life behind her, she let her sheet music at the piano be for people to remember her story and the music she created once. In the beginning full of hope and love but now at the end a story so sad. She walked thru the small assemblage of people as her ocean dries out, the ocean pouring down her cheeks and her eyes getting bluer than ever. Her hands and arms hanging by the side of her body. You could see that she was shaking. The girl walked out of the door, with no winter jacket on, not a warm piece of clothing at all...and then disappeared. This was the last time anything living was to hear her play.
The girl was walking down the streets in the city, a city now as dark as her sorrow where the only lights came from the streets lights, and the light slowly vanishing in the same pace as her tears. Her skin was at the time light as the snow around her, and her veins a mix of blue and purple as the colour of a hydrangea. Her eyes a bit wet, it was just a pond left, her lips blue as the pinyon jays feathers.
She was now in the end of this town and the darkness surrounded her, scratching her, making her sorrow aching more than ever. Then she stopped. She stopped, just under the last street light before stepping into the darkness. Her legs refused to walk any step further. She had no will left to go any further either. She looked up one last time to see the stars, the stars looking like thousands and thousands of lightning bugs dancing. She gave of one last sigh and then she collapsed. The girl was lying still in the snow, and she was smiling. The lightning bugs was dancing and she was smiling, bigger than ever. There was not much left of her ocean, nor her pond, but what was left was now pouring down her cheeks. In her last breath she only had one thought, the thought of one boy. The boy playing the piano and she could hear him. As the last tears poured down her cheeks, she closed her eyes and smiled, because now she knew that she would soon be with him.
