"And ever so softly, like the gentle touch of the key, he touches her soul. A calm pianissimo among the crescendo of love."

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Music is his universe, the piano his true love. He'd do anything for its melodies.

She's new to music, but eager. She looks to him to teach her, wants to know the world as well.

That's how their worlds bridge...

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* a short story *


Pianissimo

The soft rays of the setting sun filters in through the curtains, casting a warm and gentle glow over the home office. It reminds meoly of the sun always shine into the practice room as well. 


Melody and her mother, Jiyoung, are seated on opposite ends of the large couch in the room. There's a type of silence between them, but it's not the same as when they weren't speaking to one another after the date with Melody and her music tutor. 


It's been about fifteen minutes sine Melody came knocking, and when her mother answered the door with tears in her eyes. Her dark curls, which are usually neat and kept in place, now hang all over the place. 


"Mom," Melody began tentatively, her voice soft but firm, "I need to know. What happened all those years ago? Why did you suddenly change your mind about music? About pianos?" 
