When I died
the sun broke through the clouds,
casting a beautiful ray of light upon everything.

And the bird's throats quivered with a beautiful song.
It was a beautiful fusion of all of my beloved classical pieces.
The pianists’ fingers gracefully touched
each and every key
with a stroke of love and sorrow.

When the last piece ended
the bench was pushed in
and the top was closed softly for the last time.

With a gentle kiss, both my body and my piano were laid to
rest in peace.