the piano...

i found myself gliding my fingers against the smooth keys of my old piano. i touched a key, a high note sound rang..

it's been a while, a decade..? yes, a decade since i sat in front of this piano and played my favorite piece. what was it? ahhh...endless love by lionel richie and diana ross. and another one, an opm, you by basil valdez. hmmm...hmmm....

i remember when i was just 7 years old, my mother enrolled me in a piano lessons, an old lady living a block from our house would be my tutor. she was very regal looking, always dressed in a long gown, a peasant dress, what i used to call it. she walked elegantly, though she was already sporting grey hair that time. her manicured nails was painted red, but she played her old piano smoothly. at first i was afraid and intimidated..but soon i learned that she was a nice lady.

i was excited then, learning my first do-re-mi. i was not alone, there were more students that time, although i was one of the youngest. i used to watch other kids play difficult pieces and envy them. but soon , i learned that i could also play them and i was good.

i continued my studies for 3years until my parents bought me my own piano. i stopped my lessons then and learned more by myself. it's hard work, playing a piano and mastering the piano pieces. gradually, i stopped playing everyday..just twice a week, until i just played when i feel like or when there was an occasion like celebrating someone's birthday or anniversary, or when there were visitors present.

as years passed by, my old piano was abandoned and...some keys would not play anymore, some were off keys already, out of tune. now as i grazed my fingers along the yellowish keys, i felt a little regret. regret for the lost times. i used to pour my emotions whenever i play the piano. it's like letting go of my raw emotions. now, though i wanted badly to play, it would not play, the keys were all stuck, weird sounds coming from it even though i tried to punched the right key.

it's like missing my childhood. a time when i was just a little girl, carefree, so protected against the harshness of the world. i miss those times. i miss being that 7 year old once again. i miss playing my piano. wish i could turn back the time, so i'l just sit in front of the old piano of my elegant teacher, eager to learn more, to play more...