The Piano Part 1

Fiction By Mikaela Grace // 10/7/2014

I gently laid my hands onto the lid of something I knew not of. I felt guilty touching such a lovely crafted wooden lid with my grubby hands that had never touched something so wonderful and smooth. I looked around the room, making sure there was no one to see me, a street girl, in this old deserted clock tower. I lifted the lid, my whole being just wanting to know what was inside. My mouth opened in an awed o shape at the sight that lay in front of my bright blue eyes. The white reminded me of snow, and the black of my hair. They were all lined up in a long line, and I knew at once that I just had to touch them. I timidly stretched my hand out to touch a middle white piece. I didn’t know what would happen when I touched it. I had never seen one of these things. I closed my eyes, as I pushed down lightly.

The town people all looked up at the clock tower, as a merry sweet sound rang out. First the note was soft, and the town square was silent. Then the same note rang out again, louder and more confidant.

“Why that’s not the clock ringing, is it?” Said one simple dressed laundry women, going about doing her day to day errands.

“No, it isn’t!” said an elder of the church, looking up from his clock.

“Then wat is et, then?” Asked another lady.

“Why it’s, it’s the grand clock pi-”

“It can’t be!” Said an old man, sitting with a begging tin up against a wall.

“Oh but it is!” Cried another man excitedly.

The talking stopped after that as a different note rang out, much sweeter, higher and louder! And after that came another, and another!

I couldn’t stop, my hands started to do their own errands, as they swiftly and gently glided about the keys. And as they played their song, visions as a young child flew through my mind, all in a blur. Then my hands seemed to feel my uprising spirit and happiness, and I was soon playing a story through the keys. It was the most beautiful thing that had ever happened to me in my entire life! The sounds rang out like the wind picking up. And they seemed to soar out the window like newly released birds. That was when I found what I think is called a pedal. I pushed it. The sounds seemed to collect them selves and then sound for longer, mingling together, and making rich music that would fill any lost wandering person with joy. It was like a story, at first cheery then sad, then finishing with wonderful sweet sounds. For how long I played, I do not remember. I then realized my hands slowing to a different beat, softer sounding. My fingers seemed to climb up the line. Higher and higher they climbed. When my finger was about to touch the very last note, I knew the song was about to end. I pressed it lightly, but held the pedal down. It sounded for a while, and then I released my foot from the pedal. It was over.

The people stood in the town square, captured by the beauty of the song. It was a while after the last note that people actually began to talk again. But this time, the talk was different. There was no shouting or arguing. It was as if the music had some effect on everyone that had heard it. And the only talk that went on afterwards for the next three hours was about the music.

I left the clock tower unnoticed (just as well) and then blended into the crowd. Everyone, I noticed, was talking about music. What music? I could not conceal my curiosity any longer. I walked boldly up to a man sitting up against a wall with a begging tin.

“If ya scuse me sir, wat on this bless’ ed erth is it that ever’in seems ta be talk’ in bout?” I asked him.

He turned his soft blue eyes upon me and answered with a smile that was missing three teeth.

“Why tis the music gal!” He replied.

“Wat music?” I asked confused. But as soon as I had asked, the thought struck me.

“Why aven’t yer eard?” He asked. His eyes twinkling. “There was music distinctively a’ comen from the ol clock tower!”

I turned pale and decided to play dumb.

“Oh, there was was there?”

“Sure was sweet eart!” He said.

I walked off quickly into the crowd. Everywhere I went people were talking about my music that I had played. Some people were mystified, and some thrilled, and others just took it for what it was and simply called it beautiful. I was at first troubled that I had actually been that loud. But slowly I began to feel good about what my music had done. It had hushed crying babies, it had stopped the street fights, and created a peaceful atmosphere in the town square.

Comments

This is beautiful, Mikaela!

This is beautiful, Mikaela! I love it. You did a good job catching the hearts of the people, and I felt like I was the beggar-firl in the story. Very well done.

Damaris Ann | Sat, 10/11/2014

My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭55:8-9‬

Thanks!

Thanks Damaris!
About finding you a nick name, do you have one that you get called at home?
God Bless

Mikaela Grace | Wed, 10/15/2014

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I have lots of nicknames. The

I have lots of nicknames. The most common one is "Maris" and then next would be "Mari" (pronounced the same as Mary). My favorite is "Demmi".
God bless you too! And I can't wait to read the next part of this story.

Damaris Ann | Wed, 10/15/2014

My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, saith the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts.
‭‭Isaiah‬ ‭55:8-9‬

Wow, that's a lot of nick

Wow, that's a lot of nick names! This might sound funny but one of my many nick names is "Mooey" as in Moo-ie..... and Mum still sometimes calls me it.

I have a lot of times started writing a story (with chapters) but I have NEVER finished an actual story..... I know- slack, lol. So I most probably won't finish this one either.... but you never know!
God Bless

Mikaela Grace | Wed, 10/15/2014

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Beautiful :)

Mikaela, your descriptions had me picturing every moment of your story in my head. I could see her hands flying over the piano keys and the townsfolk looking up with wonder. These are a few of my favorite parts of your piece:

"Then my hands seemed to feel my uprising spirit and happiness, and I was soon playing a story through the keys." "The sounds seemed to collect themselves and then sound for longer, mingling together, and making rich music that would fill any lost wandering person with joy."

Beautifully written - you described the art of piano-playing wonderfully! Just one question: do you also play the piano? :)

Johanna | Wed, 10/15/2014

"Trials teach us what we are; they dig up the soil, and let us see what we are made of."
- Charles Spurgeon

Thank you so much!

Thank you so much for your encouraging comments!
I must admit that while I was writing this piece I had so much fun, I really got into it, and as you said before, it has you picturing every moment, and that is why I enjoyed writing it :)

In answer to your question to whether or not I play, yes I do! I read your page about yourself and found that you'd been playing piano for fifteen years- WOW!
I enjoy Classical and more free style music, what about you? Do you have a favourite piano piece?
Thanks again for commenting!

Mikaela Grace | Fri, 10/17/2014

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Thank you so much!

Thank you so much for your encouraging comments!
I must admit that while I was writing this piece I had so much fun, I really got into it, and as you said before, it has you picturing every moment, and that is why I enjoyed writing it :)

In answer to your question to whether or not I play, yes I do! I read your page about yourself and found that you'd been playing piano for fifteen years- WOW!
I enjoy Classical and more free style music, what about you? Do you have a favourite piano piece?
Thanks again for commenting!

Mikaela Grace | Fri, 10/17/2014

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:)

Mikaela! That was outstanding! As I was reading I had to scroll up and make sure this wasn't someone else's. Your descriptions were beautiful, and honestly, I can't wait for part 2!
Well done :)

Maddi | Mon, 10/20/2014

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh

This was amazing! I LOVED

This was amazing! I LOVED your descriptions! (Maddi, your sister has a gift for descriptions! :) You definitely play the piano. Thank you so much for sharing this. I really enjoyed reading this, and you brought me into the music. I could almost hear it soaring out of the window, and calming the town. Good ending.

Wondering...what music inspired you to write this? Were you thinking of any particular piece as you wrote this? Maybe you have some favorite pieces. I've been playing for 10 years and counting. :) I really love one of the pieces I've played - the Grieg Concerto - you should listen to it.

Lucy Anne | Tue, 10/21/2014

"It is not the length of life, but the depth of life." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thanks Megan!

Wow, thanks! This comment really made my day!

You've been playing for TEN years- WOW, that's great! I'm listening to Grieg Concerto, and so far I think it's very beautiful :)

I don't think I was listening to anything at the time while I was writing Piano Part one, though I do like to listen to "The Piano Guys" while I write :)

At the moment I'm only on grade two going on three, so I haven't been playing for too long! I have learnt the whole of Fur Elise, and so far that is my favourite piece that I've learnt, and my favourite style is DEFINITELY classical!
Thank you SO much for Commenting!

Mikaela Grace | Tue, 10/21/2014

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Thanks Megan!

Wow, thanks! This comment really made my day!

You've been playing for TEN years- WOW, that's great! I'm listening to Grieg Concerto, and so far I think it's very beautiful :)

I don't think I was listening to anything at the time while I was writing Piano Part one, though I do like to listen to "The Piano Guys" while I write :)

At the moment I'm only on grade two going on three, so I haven't been playing for too long! I have learnt the whole of Fur Elise, and so far that is my favourite piece that I've learnt, and my favourite style is DEFINITELY classical!
Thank you SO much for Commenting!

Mikaela Grace | Tue, 10/21/2014

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