[ I will not be a piano man: a prose by Julsijuls ]ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Even if you let me sit in front of your piano for a whole day, the music sheet would still remain empty. I'd press the porcelain keys, but they will not make a sound, the pedal won't even help, and the strings would break and the wood would crack—would break. My fingers, they will hover above the mess of an instrument, and i will be silent. For never in a million years you'd make me recreate the melody in my heart, the notes a lover gave me. For they are only mine to hear, mine to keep. No matter how grand your theater may be. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Image from https://pin.it/3PiioMb #ProseAndPoetry
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