The room was crowded, there was barley any room to walk. One humble piano stood on a raised platform in the front of the room. Everyone in the room was relaxed and nonchalant. A feeling of expectancy filled the room and was relived when a new person came into the room headed for the piano.
The new piano player sat down. She lifted her hands and carefully positioned them on the keys. She paused for a second hands poised, waiting. The people were quiet, but they didn't expect the sudden burst of music the flowed from the keys.
She delighted in the way the song felt under her fingers and she let the melody run through her hands to be heard by all. They listened and delighted. They were attentive.
So the piano player played harder, the cords became sharp and defined. The melody changed and the tempo increased. The people were intrigued. The piano player was spurred on and the music came to her like never before. Then the melody slowed and flowed. It rippled and slid through the piano and slowly dripped in to fill and huge basin.
They relaxed and it faded into the back of their minds as a soothing reminder. The noise increased just by a tiny bit. Then the melody took another turn and separated itself into two parts that intertwined and chased each other up and down the piano. The parts crossed and twisted and then settled down to accompany each other in total harmony.
After the exciting melody moments before this also faded into the background and was lost in the other noises that filled the room. The song was content though and the piano player let it continue unchanged. When the melody would stumble the accompany would carry the melody for a while. They were always there for each other.
The room grew with the noise and the melody was completely forgotten, but now the song was not content. It rose in annoyance to regain the attention of the once so adamant crowd.
As if in response they grew louder to block out the pesky song. The two half's began to clash as the agitated piano player tried to play louder. The two melodies could not hold the angry pace and had to change.
The sudden switch in tempo was too much for the piano player, the fingers that had before conducted the opening so beautifully to the listeners, lost the melody.
The song was broken. The room grew silent, staring at her while with shaking fingers she tried to pick up the song again.
Though the song continued it was not the same. The crowd had to strain forward in their seats to catch the barest hint of melody. The piano player knew this song could not be fixed.
Mournfully she drew up the unadorned melody, without accompaniment, laid bare and ended the song with a simple cord.
But the room had already forgotten the song before the piano player was out the door. As the door swung closed she heard the familiar hush of the room as a new song with a newer player began.