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My grandmother’s piano.

An old piece of percussion lays in the grand living room of my grandparents house, it’s always there standing still, It looks so polished, so shiny and neat, even the little ceramic ducks that rest over it assume the same position as last time I entered the room. Exactly at dawn the piano works its magic when my grandmother takes out the stool to sit and play some tunes. She plays it soft and calm when she’s alone, but merry and enthusiastic when there other people are around. This piano is a jewel to my grandmother; it decorates the room where the important dinners and dominos matches are held. Its stands gracefully and classy, and gives a feeling of warmth and joy, it reunites all the people in the house when it is played, and gives comfort and strength to those who are blue and depressed. Hearing my grandmother sing and play, hitting all the right notes brings true happiness to the heart, watching such a virtuose person by my side. I truly consider my grandmother as an artist and this salon is filled of her most beautiful inspiring paintings, but her most precious possession has always been her beloved piano. She uses this instrument to find her way, when she’s gloomy or in her darkest days, she uses it to help other forget their pains, and brings color to the room when she starts to play. Cousins, uncles and aunts have inherited this special talent, of playing an instrument with the sole act of hearing, I remembered my grandmother telling them to not take this for granted, for there may be a time where it may come in hand. My grandmother loves her piano, and I know this because she used to tell me how pretty it is, I could see how she cherished every moment she sang while playing, no matter the time, or if the day had ended, there was always time for one last song, whether there was a moon or a sun. I was very fond of her, so I also did painted and played piano, but I don’t ever think I could have such passion doing both, I could never value this musical instrument as she did, and to now to present days I can’t think of a person with such determination. The piano lays now untouched, it is even out of tune, even dust has covered its splendid looks. But when the last beam of light hits the piano from behind, it reminds me how fun it was, when my grandmother played and sang.