An old, forgotten piano
rests in stillness
anticipating
beneath a veil of settled dust
Glistening specks float
glowing in beams of sunlight
dancing
to memories of melodies
Coated keys of black and white
preserved through fleeting years
longing
for a satisfying renewal
She trails her finger through the dust
a clean black line follows
revealing
potential despite neglect
The old stool creaks when she sits
a familiar sound
comforting
a prelude to a sleeping symphony
She hesitates, then touches a key
a note emerges
resonating
a declaration of resilience
And with a sweep of her fingers
a passion is rediscovered
awakening
stirring up the settled dust
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