THE PEN AND THE PIANO
A pen falls in love with a piano. But they don’t speak the same language.
The pen forms words and the piano only understands notes.
However, the pen badly wants to let the piano know how it feels.
So for whatever its worth, the pen writes a love letter addressed to the piano on a sheet of paper.
Then the family that the pen belongs to moves out of the house. They leave the old, unused piano behind.
Months go by. The piano sits still in the empty living room.
In the recess of an abandoned table in the balcony, sits the pen’s love letter.
Then a storm comes down. The rainwater turns the pen’s proclamations of love into smudges that will never again be legible.
A harsh wind picks the paper up and carries it away, into the house.
The paper twirls and spins and finally lands on the piano with a wet thump, a ghastly reminder of the end of love.
But the smudges on the paper, though no longer readable by human eyes can be read by piano eyes.
So the piano plays the smudges as though they were notes and that is how, months after the letter was penned, the piano discovers what was in the pen’s heart all along.
From the abandoned house, the halting music of the piano radiates outward like sun rays.
In a desk drawer in a house three thousand miles away, a pen stirs.
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(A story shared from my notes collection. Author unknown.)
