Dancing fingers were gracefully playing the piano . The mournful song filled the room with sadness whilst angelic fingers walked the keys. The vast black room had nothing, just a shining piano in the light. Step by step the sunbeam got closer to the polished piano. The rugged man sat on a wooden stool whilst drowning in memories. As the old man played this mournful song the key reflected his wife sat next to him as she played the higher chord. As he turned his rough lips touched her soft cheek. Sorrowfully he saw her fade away. Was it a dream?  


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Comment 1 Comment by Mr Jones on 10 Dec 13 at 1:20pm | Quote this comment
A beautiful piece of description from our writing lessons. Well done Millie
Comment 2 Comment by Mrs Arnold on 15 Dec 13 at 7:34pm | Quote this comment
Excellent writing Millie, you've portrayed the feelings of the old man really well.

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