The sound of the piano is one that had been lost within my house.
The once familiar sound of her filled up space and time with her song...
Gone.
It had left when my brother did.
My house was left quiet.
Until one day, it wasn't.
She sang out again.
Her tune was off key and fleeting
But still she sang.
Her voice became stronger and stronger.
And she was back to her old glory.
Warm
Quiet