The Piano

The player piano is still diligently turning as you approach. It plays a jaunty melody that itches some part of your brain. At some point in your life, you knew this piece. You try to hum along, predicting where the melody will go. Unfortunately you guess wrong and falter when your humming clashes, dissonant, with the melody. The piano stops turning, as if it heard the mistake itself and gave up on playing any more.

You run your hand along the now-still keys and pluck a few:

C5…..G4, 

B4, A4, A4, D5, C5, D5,

E5…..E5

It’s a funny little ditty, and you don’t know what it’s from. 

Any way, you feel like whatever you’re looking for isn’t here.