My Love, My Life, My Piano

I... will... not ...cry...

*WAAAAAHHH* My Piano is GONE!!! I watched it go...
*tear*
I LET it go! and why??? The root of all evil- MONEY

I wish I didn't need money... I feel like Judas who sold Jesus for 30 pieces of silver... I sold my favorite piano for $300.

*sob*
 Okay, that last comparison was a bit extreme, but seriously... I actually cried as I watched it go into that awful yellow truck! On the way home I thought of all my good memories with that piano.

So I will write a eulogy for my dear dear Piano. 

I remember when I first saw you... It was a looong time ago. First you were my sisters, you have always been part of the family. I tickled your beautifully aging keys and wished I too could have a piano like you someday. Soon that dream was mine, and they packed you up in that sturdy red truck. When I got home from Christmas break, there you were... with my siamese fighting fish (Litchi) on top... waiting for me.

Many boys came and went, but you remained faithful. When we got together to write music you helped me to leave the boys worth leaving.

You were my 

LOVE

Oh how much fun we had together! We played and played right into the night! I remember when visitors came and entertained you... though their songs may have been more complex, their love was not as deep as ours. To them you were just some old piano, but to me

You were My

LIFE

You were so great. With you I created memories... taking life's moments and changing them to songs. We wrote the good stuff... Like Bermuda, Until I Saw the Stars, Lie to the Past,  Eternity... and many more. You were my

PIANO

But you were more than just a piano, you were a good friend. You brought my  husband and I together... He saw me playing you and it grabbed his attention. He came over every week and helped me write a song with you. I was siting with you when I first thought about marrying him! You were there during the whole LONG engagement when I was so stressed!

And then I had to leave... I wanted you to come, but you didn't fit down the stairs. I slowly got used to not having you. I would visit you at the parlour every now and again. But then I began to run out of money! I had a baby, and she needed diapers! alas, you had to go... But The place you are going is sooo nice! You will be her first piano too! She will treat you well, and she loves your chipped keys because they are your character!!She knows of your true value!!

You will forever be missed my dear dear Piano.