A Timeless Melody

It had been years since her fingers touched its keys. Dust has started to build upon its surface; has it really been that long already? No matter. She lowered her dainty fingers onto the surface of the piano, pushing the dust away as she played. This piano was so important to her, for it was the last thing remaining from her childhood. The cracked piano, no matter how old it may be, even with its broken keys, still plays for her. She started playing the tune for the final time. The birds hushed, the wind ceased, the grass stilled; everything stopped to listen.