The Bathroom Pianist

I was three when curiosity was born inside me. I remember the first thing I asked my mom was about the grand piano covered and silenced inside her room’s bathroom. I grew old asking why it’s hidden. She has offered me nothing but a teary smile, until today. With the same nostalgic yet melancholic look,

Piano’s Pause

Piano’s Pause Come, lay, your soft skilled fingers on me. Replay, retrace, our once shared melody– sweet chants our souls create, before you left me . — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Jesse Orrico  In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Eleven. If you want to join (it’s not too