~Object 59~ A Piano

Magical notes flowed from the black and white keys.  She swayed along, listening; feeling.

Music has a way of touching people in ways that words are unable to, and the pure voice of the piano is sweetest.

She felt a song rising in her; a song yet unwritten; a song in her Maker's hands.  Feelings were stirred that she couldn't decipher; notes swirling around in her head; mixed up lyrics, wishing to be put to song.  Praise overflowed from her, yet she made no sound.

She just rocked back and forth to the music of the piano.

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Over and out,

~Emily