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My Grandmother's Piano
My grandmother had her piano for a long time. I can remember myself playing my favorite song for her at her small apartment. She always told me that I played beautiful but I’m not sure if that was a fact. Always tuned, always perfect. When I was a child I herd my cousins perform beautiful melodies. As soon as we arrived to her home, we opened the lid and press the keys. Always there, lying on the wall joining us during Christmas time, birthdays and holidays. We always knew she was a great pianist, but the truth is that I only heard her play once or maybe I was too young to remember. I don’t know what song was that she played with such accuracy but one thing I’ll never forget is her precision. She always told me not to give up, I’ll always remember her voice in my head telling me to study back and forth whatever song I was learning. Of course now I am very grateful that the piano is now resting in my living room, depending on how you see it, it might be good news or not. Now I am free to play all day long but no one will appreciate my music as much as my granny did back then. Even if I played only one song again and again, she enjoyed every note that came out of the hammer hitting the strings hanging out in the back of the piano echoing all around the place. Filling the cold air of winter with Christmas carols. Making the sound of summer during spring. Letting Beethoven’s symphony adorn the lectern. From a Saturday afternoon to the night trying to learn my new ambition so I could interpret on her one and only piano made of light brown wood. My granny loved music as much as she loved God. I’m sure that if she had the opportunity to buy a larger piano she would have done because even if you don’t make it sound it has a beautiful appearance. Of course this piano was not alone, it was full of family pictures. Ebony and ivory, perfect combinations that will always make me remember about my grandmother. I will never ever forget her because the only thing that defines her life and the smile of her face is her piano.
