The harpsichord stood against the wall next to his old music-box. It is just as grandpa left it, ready to play his favorite music.
The instrument would stand quiet now, with his passing. I was caught in a daydream of reminiscing, as people in black suits and sensible dresses murmured over tea and fruitcake.
Out of the noisy throng of children playing outside, a little boy wandered in. He climbed onto the stool and began to play. We all watched in awe as this small child brought the keys to life. The music would not be silenced.
This is the first time I have had an opportunity to participate this year. Looking forward to doing more.