Forever Pressed

I found this piano while searching through an abandoned home in Ohio. The evening sun shone in through the living room window, brilliantly painting the room a bright golden yellow.

If you were to ask around, most of the neighborhood would tell you that one of the home’s former residents was quite a musician. Neighbors would stand outside in the warm, calm breeze of summer, hearing music fall from the house, listening as she played her organ at the open window. A harmonic connection fluttered through summer air and a delighted neighborhood would enjoy the show. It has now been years since any music has drifted from this home, as all has sat quiet since she passed.