A Little Piano Tale

She rose from her seat and slowly navigated her way through the maze of guests and furniture, towards the place in the room where her piano sat. Her son had requested for some music, as he prepared dinner, and since no one in the room volunteered (or new how to play) on their urging she decided to give it a try, as it had been a while since she had tickled the ivories.

The mood in the room was festive, even though the evening marked the end of the festivities. The room still had its festive decorations on, with soft lights, which only added to the mood in the room. She had worn her festive finery, her festive sweater and her pearls. She felt regal and presided over the the happenings in the room, and so took it upon herself to play something, when her guest urged her to do so.

With the help of her guests, and holding the furniture, she made way to the piano. They helped her to piano, and lifted the lid, and removed the cloth that protected the key. She took a seat and slowly began to play, trying to recollect tunes and their chords, she had learned years ago, from her heydays. She played uncertainly as it had been a while since she played it.

The room fell silent and the only sound to be heard was the one which she conjured up. And even though she fumbled at times, the melody was beautiful and it enamoured all those present in the room. When she finally stopped after a while, they all broke into an applause, but she raised her hands saying she was only practising, just trying to recollect tunes and chords, much to the amusement and delight of her audience. 

She knew she now had a hold on their attention. She smiled and turned back to the piano, and began to play slowly but more surely, her fingers quite nimbly found the keys that played the note and composed the tune. Music filled the room and lifted the spirits of all who it touched, which was everyone present there. It transported them to an era long, long, ago, back in time, to her time. They were spellbound, holding on to every note she played. All their attention were focused on her as they listened to every note that she conjured m up. They knew they were listening to something glorious from someone so delicate and fragile, they wanted to capture that moment for all eternity.

When she finally played the last note, she turned to them and smiled. They took a moment to snap out that they were under, that she had put on them. And when they were finally free from it they burst into applause and cheered on. She smiled and gave a slight bow, to the extent her age allowed her to, returned back to her seat, back to the conversation she was having, mighty pleased with herself.