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The piano
by cartss

I walked slowly along the pathway, one of the last made of cobblestone in Ballarat, leaning heavily on my oak walking stick. My bones cre…

I walked slowly along the pathway, one of the last made of cobblestone in Ballarat, leaning heavily on my oak walking stick. My bones creaked and I paused for a moment testing them as though they were unknown to me. I glanced up to find the window of the local antique shop, I examined at the display items, then I hobbled through the door. The young brunette dreadlocked woman at the counter looked up. “Oh, hello Jack!” she smiled. / “Miss Stephanie, How are you?” I said, removing my hat. / “Oh, please call me Stephanie. I’m fine, in fact I just got that house I was telling you about.” / “Oh! That’s excellent news” / “By the way we have some new stock.” / “Oh?” I said, looking at the 1940’s cigarette poster with a smile. “What would that be?” / “It’s a piano, rather nice one at that”. / “Really?” I said, interested. I was a bit of an old hand at the piano – it used to be my job before the war. Stephanie led me through a cluttered room to a locked wooden door, reached into her deep cargo pant pocket and retrieved a small key, which, after much difficulty, unlocked the door. Inside was a polished mahogany piano with yellow-grey ivory keys… across the piano’s body there were ribbons of scarlet and mauve. I knew this instrument, I had seen it before. / “No’” I muttered under my breath, disbelieving. / “Not for you? Oh well, it’s worth a look, I think it‘s quite nice myself.” Stephanie asked, making towards the door. / “No, I mean… can I… have a few minutes alone with… with the piano?” I stroked the keys fondly. I remembered, it was as if my fingers had never left it. / “Uh… ok then” Stephanie muttered, confused, and left, fumbling with the door. / As she left I opened the lid and found what I was looking for – a little plaque. I sat down, I hadn’t seen or heard those words for years now – Carleton’s Hotel. The memories flowed like a waterfall. It was early 1940, January in fact. I had been sent home after getting an injury in the heat of battle in Belgium. A shell explosion had hideously deformed my leg and I was told that my new mission was to “give the ladies a hand” and to “have a couple of beers for us.” The latter was primary in my mind as I hobbled down the main street of Ballarat. It was great to be back, though at first I didn’t want to leave… I felt as though I had let them down, as though it had been my fault. With my leg though, I would’ve been more of a hindrance than a help. So, reluctantly I agreed and soon began to see the benefits of a rest. I saw Carleton’s Hotel up ahead; it looked vibrant and happy with its painted walls of the Australian flag with the Union Jack colours. I always thought that I was named after those famous colours but alas I was named after some relative of mums. I could see through the windows that it was quite busy; people were resting their legs on tables, having a drink or just a chat – it looked beckoning and warm. I walked in. The pub went silent, and then the uproar started: / “Welcome Home!” / “Jack!” / “I didn’t expect you back so soon,” / “Ooooh, look at his leg!” / The bargirl looked up and smiled, surprised: “I wondered when you’d get back”. The room went silent, everyone looked on intently. She walked around the bar and approached. / “Jill” I said, my heart thumping. / “Jack” / There was an awkward silence; I looked around the pub at all the familiar faces. / Everyone was there. / “Go on, Jack,” said one “give her a kiss!” I looked at Jill – she looked embarrassed. If there was one thing that I had learnt during the war was that you only lived once. I had seen so many people die – a shocking waste of human life. I wasn’t going to waste mine, now that I was back I intended to live life to its fullest, make the most of what I now knew was precious. / A friend of mine in the pub said: “Well if you’re not going to kiss ‘er then at least play us a song ‘eh?” I looked at the scarlet, mauve piano in the corner of the room and laughed – it was an odd feeling, I hadn’t done it for a while. It was good to be home. I awoke from my trance and looked at my leg – it had given me trouble ever since and the scars still lingered. / Stephanie popped her head through the door / “Jill rang,” she paused as I sat blankly there “Your wife…” / “I do know that… I haven’t gone completely senile,” I muttered irritably and made to leave. / “I’ll be back for the piano tomorrow!” I muttered, cheerily now. / “I thought you didn’t like it.” Stephanie called after me. / “Oh no, quite the contrary – it brings back memories.”
Haunted Piano
by Natania Rogers

This cat haunts my home piano, and we dont mind.
Piano Cat
by Natania Rogers
So Much Love
by Derik Hobbs

the rocket summer
Mark Kazav JAZZ
by Mark Kazav

original paintings are for sale, send me an email if you are interested milagallery@yahoo.com OR go to www.milgagallery.com
Hitting the Right Key
by Miguel Romo

Shot at f1.8 with 50mm lens. gives you that nice blur.
The Old Piano
by TwoHeadedBoy

He never noticed the old piano, / With the dusty firm finish, / He never noticed the rotting wood, and the coat of white that lay upon it / ...

it’s a poem.
Little fingers
by josypics
Piano
by John Butler
piano hands
by phantasmagorae

silver print / (hand developed & printed) / Ilford HP5 film/ Asahi Pentax camera
tickle me
by aLLiArtAliLisa

The beautiful keyboard of a gifted musician.
"Can't Take That Away From Me"
by Charles Plant

My daughter has been going to music classes for 8 years. The last few have been voice. This was her last recital with her present instructor. I love the division of the audience and walls and how my daughter stands above them.
The Piano Recital
by Charles Plant

Recitals like this happen everywhere. All eyes are fixed on someone trying their best not to “flub” it. Stressfull for most people, but a lot for little people.
Thurmer Smile
by Dawsey
Calling Musicians and Music Students.
by Phil Mitchell

There are many good musical accompaniment websites out there but not many as good as the one I have found. / www.pianoaccompanimentcds.com…

There are many good musical accompaniment websites out there but not many as good as the one I have found. / www.pianoaccompanimentcds.com / They offer custom made piano accompaniment cd’s for ANY piece of music. / All you have to do is tell them the piece of music that you want to play and they will record the piano or keyboard part for you to practice with. / recorded to CD or can be sent via file to your e-mail address. / Fantastic service, Fantastic price and Fantastic musician. / Take a look, try them out. / You can’t go wrong with this brilliant website.
create music
by EmersonBarrett
Thurmer Grin
by Dawsey
Myself
by Charcoalfeather

Me playing the piano.
Piano Musiq
by Mauricio Molina

Piano keys / Are what I drew with sharpie so I could play / A taste of ink under these city lights / As I separate interchanging shades of g…

Late night writing never felt so good. R&B with piano production makes me feel like Piano Musiq.
very sad piano
by Andrew Bloom
The Pianist
by Indigo Bloo

Come play the low notes of my soul / before the top notes sound hollow, / are wasted, / on a song without bass / on a life without depth.

For Mik
My Sorrento Castle
by Terra Berlinski

In February 2007 I found myself in the company of a man I was growing very fond of, wondering together somewhere between Piano de Sorrento and Sorrento, Italy. It was an odd day. All the stores in town were closed. We saw a mountain with a cross on top, so we went up, and that is where we found this castle.
Textured Sound
by lexx81

Black and white adds to the texture of this image of the inner scape of a piano. To me he repetative element of the strings holds its own kind of rhythm.
Piano Rose
by Patrick Howard

A rose and a piano, Lensbaby Composer, Plastic, Star Ap.