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The Pianist

They were invincible whenever they’re onstage: piano on the lead with violin as his accompaniment. They toured the cities, the parks as well; soft harmonies they played that all, including men went envying them— violin had felt betrayal from her own bow. It snapped her strings; made it sever— leaving piano out of tune. Despite his downfall, piano persisted performing on stage, but alone— playing his wife’s funeral song.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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