karma plays the piano

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I let my fingers glide through, as though they were only touching the air instead of the piano. They go through slowly, not too fast nor too slow. I keep pressing on the keys, moving them slow, never really staying in one spot for too long. I could hear them echo in my head, i could hear my sister, my oldest sister from when i was younger, singing that one song that i will always remember. I could never forget it, how could i? My sister would sing it to me when i play the piano for her. It felt like i was little again, playing the piano for my sister's and my oldest sister would sing at some point, before i finished playing. This time, for the first time, i was playing for someone else. My family at the orphanage, my fingers stayed moving while i was lost in though and before i knew it, i started singing that song my sister would sing to me when i played the piano for her. This exactly same song that reminds me of her, that help keeps me happy as much i can. It always filled my entire being, it felt like i could feel her in my soul. Nothing could stop me from feeling that way, i feel what i feel, i hear what i hear, i smell what i smell, it's all apart of me. Every single thing in my life is apart of me, even if i don't really say it out loud. No one will stop me from playing this piano and what i feel. I continue singing softly, lost in deep thought, then i start coming to an end. I play singing and playing a little softer, just before i come to an end, i think" even this piano is a part of my life".

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