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.
Mar 16, 2012
Mar 16, 2012 at 10:01 PM UTC
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.