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…