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The Piano's Melody + Other Short Stories.
I got tired of making threads everytime I wanted to post/wrote a new story sooo... This is my new thread for my short stories and random things
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Okay dokey, so this one I wrote this one morning a while back and thought it was the cutest story I may have ever written. If it is inaccurate at any point, let me know please, for I don't know much about instruments, especially the piano... But I based this story off of what I know.
Ty and enjoy.
Have you ever really thought of the sound of a piano? The beautiful way it turns one dull lifeless tune into a livid and amazing melody, the creative way you can turn one note into a full blown song? The way that you can mix the higher notes with the lower to make a soft, yet dark song - one like you've never even dreamed of before? I have, I think of things like that all the time, really. All thanks to my elder brother....
Ah, the sound of music in general is such a great thing. Something I am much familiar with, yet never hear. Yes, the melodious sounds of the flute, the beat of the drum, and the boom of the trombone. All delicious to my ears.
Or, they would be, could I hear them.
Yes, you read right, I cannot hear the sounds of instruments. I am deaf. I cannot, nor have I ever, heard the toot of a horn, the twinkle of chimes, or the buzzing of clarinets.
How do I know what they sound like, then, you ask?
Oh, that's easy.
Picture this with me, if you will. A young girl, hair dark brown in color, sitting beside her older brother. This said older brother has brown hair as well, but lighter. The younger watches her big brother's hands glide steadily over the keys of a piano, and claps in excitement. The elder, smiling, does something silly with his fingers and makes a racket instead of music. But this doesn't bother the little one at all, for she cannot hear it.......
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Suddenly, the young girl, filled with impatience, claps her hands to get her brother's attention. He looks fondly, and amusingly, at her and waits. She is writing something down on a small notebook she carries around with her. She is done, and holds it up to her brother, and he reads it aloud.
"What does it sound like?" She asks simply and innocently.
The brother pauses. He dearly wishes to share his love of music with the sweet sister he has, but how to explain music to a deaf person? To one that has never heard the finch's chirp or the wind blow against the house? To one that has but observed from afar, never really knowing the other half of what was there, but only what she could see!
He almost shakes his head sadly, to refuse the near silly notion. He turns to his sister, so little she is, and sees the pleading look in her eyes.
"Hey, squirt, you really want to know how it sounds, don't you?" He asks, more to himself than to her.
She stares at him, her eyes getting ever bigger and cuter.
He still knows not how to show her what it sounds like, but decides to try.
Grabbing a piece of paper and pencil, the brother quickly writes the following:
"Music is simple, sis, especially the piano."
He pauses, stalling for time to think. She reads his words, and nodding eagerly, gives him permission to continue.
"The sounds a piano makes are very beautiful, and each key is different..."
He shudders, his explanation sounded so dry, so void of the actual beauty that the keys possessed.
"The lower keys, they sound like... Like when we go to the beach for vacation. You remember that, don't you? Yes, well, the lower keys make deep, almost dark sounds, like a nighttime storm on the ocean. When the waves crash upon the shore, when the lightening flashes, when-"
He almost said 'when the thunder rolls', but again she couldn't have heard that. He continues with a look from her. He suddenly had an idea!
"When you feel the giant vibration <i>before</i> the lightening flashes - that is most like the lower notes."
She smiles, thinking how lovely the lower notes must be. He goes on.
"The higher notes are like the beautiful colors in the sun rise. The hope and inspiration you feel at every new day, (mixed with the annoyance at having to rise so early in the morning), and the colors! The beautiful oranges and reds and pinks! They are all reflected in the music!"
She laughs. With a smile, he asks her if that was enough to satisfy her. She replies on paper;
"No. You have told me of the fierce lower notes, and the vivid higher notes.. But what about... What about a middle notes section perhaps? One that you have yet to tell me about, dear brother?"
He laughs, "You are correct, dear sister. There is one category we haven't touched, as you have mentioned, the 'middle notes'. Personally, they are my favorite, though they are plain and simple, they are needed in almost every song - and have qualities of both other sections.
"You see...." He stops. What can you compare the middle notes to? A flower? An insect? A... A tree! He continues:
"Think of a tree. A boring, basic old green leaf tree. Now, the tree is nice, you get shade from it, oxygen from it, and it just looks good. But add some bright oranges to the tree, and suddenly it is a whole lot better. It has a purpose, and it looks even better than before."
He looks at his younger sibling to see if she was still watching his hand write, and she was gobbling up every word. He continues.
"But on top of that, add a family of squirrels to the tree. Now you have the multipurpose and pretty tree (made prettier by the vivid oranges) and you have the 'fierce' squirrels that add a bit of a dark side to the tree. You know, squirrels can be quite ferocious.."
The girl stops for a moment, and looks at her older brother inquisitively.
"What?" He writes playfully, "Squirrels can be fierce... Really. If they claim a tree and you try and take it from them... Ooh, watch out!"
The little one giggles, wondering how you would take a tree from a family of squirrels anyhow, and sighs. She grabs her notebook.
"Thanks for trying, Bro... But I guess I'll just have to live not knowing what it sounds like...."
He smiles sadly, then remembers that the piano vibrates to make a sound. Just like the thunder... He has an idea. Quickly he writes, "Here, put your ear to the piano."
She looks at him doubtfully, but obeys.
He plays a famous song that, while not complicated, is quite a beautiful piece. He looks over at his little sister as he plays, wanting to know if maybe, like the thunder, she will feel the vibrations. Maybe they would be different, or maybe the same. He did not know, but intended to find out. He studies her face, but nothing in her features give away her true feelings.
Playing the last note with decided sincerity and determination, he grabs a notebook and writes:
"Did you hear it? Did you feel it? Were the vibrations different? Did you understand the song?"
She shakes her head and slowly writes, "No, sorry."
He sighs sadly and turns away from his sister, who is scribbling more into her notebook. He wanted that to work so badly, he would give almost anything to have his baby sister hear...
He hears her clap, and he turns around. Reading her notebook, it says:
"I didn't actually hear it, big brother, but I thought I did. Really."
He looks at his sister with question in his eyes, but she gives him a look that begs him to continue reading.
"It is just as you say! When the vibration was heavier, I thought of the low notes you spoke of. Of thunder and lightening, of crashing waves and dark island storms. And when the vibration was so low I could hardly hear it, I thought of the sunrise, and the beautiful colors, and how my spirits soar at the prospect of a new day. I attributed it to this, thinking my spirits would surely soar could I hear it. And of course, for the middle notes, when the vibration was neither deep nor light, heavy nor soft, I thought of such a plain tree, suddenly being decorated with oranges, and with 'fierce' squirrels. (Though in my mind they were fluffy, not fierce!) You see, dear brother, though I can not hear a real song, or discern any giant difference between vibrations, I can hear the song in my own right - and a beautiful song it is! Oh! Teach me more, I want to know what every instrument sounds like!"
He looks away again, this time for a different reason than disappointment. He looks away with a tear in his eye. He quickly wipes it away and gives his sister a big 'bear hug'.
"You know," He writes, messing up her dark brown hair, "I might just keep you around!"
They laugh, and she asks him for another song. He agrees, and the song begins.
----
And so was the beginning of my love for instruments - things I've never really heard, but always in my heart, I know what they sound like. Thanks to my big brother, I can enjoy something I thought I would never be able to enjoy. Hear something I never thought I could hear. I thank my big brother forever for this miracle.
And I'll never forget it.
THE END
I got tired of making threads everytime I wanted to post/wrote a new story sooo... This is my new thread for my short stories and random things
.Okay dokey, so this one I wrote this one morning a while back and thought it was the cutest story I may have ever written. If it is inaccurate at any point, let me know please, for I don't know much about instruments, especially the piano... But I based this story off of what I know.
Ty and enjoy
.Have you ever really thought of the sound of a piano? The beautiful way it turns one dull lifeless tune into a livid and amazing melody, the creative way you can turn one note into a full blown song? The way that you can mix the higher notes with the lower to make a soft, yet dark song - one like you've never even dreamed of before? I have, I think of things like that all the time, really. All thanks to my elder brother....
Ah, the sound of music in general is such a great thing. Something I am much familiar with, yet never hear. Yes, the melodious sounds of the flute, the beat of the drum, and the boom of the trombone. All delicious to my ears.
Or, they would be, could I hear them.
Yes, you read right, I cannot hear the sounds of instruments. I am deaf. I cannot, nor have I ever, heard the toot of a horn, the twinkle of chimes, or the buzzing of clarinets.
How do I know what they sound like, then, you ask?
Oh, that's easy.
Picture this with me, if you will. A young girl, hair dark brown in color, sitting beside her older brother. This said older brother has brown hair as well, but lighter. The younger watches her big brother's hands glide steadily over the keys of a piano, and claps in excitement. The elder, smiling, does something silly with his fingers and makes a racket instead of music. But this doesn't bother the little one at all, for she cannot hear it.......
----
Suddenly, the young girl, filled with impatience, claps her hands to get her brother's attention. He looks fondly, and amusingly, at her and waits. She is writing something down on a small notebook she carries around with her. She is done, and holds it up to her brother, and he reads it aloud.
"What does it sound like?" She asks simply and innocently.
The brother pauses. He dearly wishes to share his love of music with the sweet sister he has, but how to explain music to a deaf person? To one that has never heard the finch's chirp or the wind blow against the house? To one that has but observed from afar, never really knowing the other half of what was there, but only what she could see!
He almost shakes his head sadly, to refuse the near silly notion. He turns to his sister, so little she is, and sees the pleading look in her eyes.
"Hey, squirt, you really want to know how it sounds, don't you?" He asks, more to himself than to her.
She stares at him, her eyes getting ever bigger and cuter.
He still knows not how to show her what it sounds like, but decides to try.
Grabbing a piece of paper and pencil, the brother quickly writes the following:
"Music is simple, sis, especially the piano."
He pauses, stalling for time to think. She reads his words, and nodding eagerly, gives him permission to continue.
"The sounds a piano makes are very beautiful, and each key is different..."
He shudders, his explanation sounded so dry, so void of the actual beauty that the keys possessed.
"The lower keys, they sound like... Like when we go to the beach for vacation. You remember that, don't you? Yes, well, the lower keys make deep, almost dark sounds, like a nighttime storm on the ocean. When the waves crash upon the shore, when the lightening flashes, when-"
He almost said 'when the thunder rolls', but again she couldn't have heard that. He continues with a look from her. He suddenly had an idea!
"When you feel the giant vibration <i>before</i> the lightening flashes - that is most like the lower notes."
She smiles, thinking how lovely the lower notes must be. He goes on.
"The higher notes are like the beautiful colors in the sun rise. The hope and inspiration you feel at every new day, (mixed with the annoyance at having to rise so early in the morning), and the colors! The beautiful oranges and reds and pinks! They are all reflected in the music!"
She laughs. With a smile, he asks her if that was enough to satisfy her. She replies on paper;
"No. You have told me of the fierce lower notes, and the vivid higher notes.. But what about... What about a middle notes section perhaps? One that you have yet to tell me about, dear brother?"
He laughs, "You are correct, dear sister. There is one category we haven't touched, as you have mentioned, the 'middle notes'. Personally, they are my favorite, though they are plain and simple, they are needed in almost every song - and have qualities of both other sections.
"You see...." He stops. What can you compare the middle notes to? A flower? An insect? A... A tree! He continues:
"Think of a tree. A boring, basic old green leaf tree. Now, the tree is nice, you get shade from it, oxygen from it, and it just looks good. But add some bright oranges to the tree, and suddenly it is a whole lot better. It has a purpose, and it looks even better than before."
He looks at his younger sibling to see if she was still watching his hand write, and she was gobbling up every word. He continues.
"But on top of that, add a family of squirrels to the tree. Now you have the multipurpose and pretty tree (made prettier by the vivid oranges) and you have the 'fierce' squirrels that add a bit of a dark side to the tree. You know, squirrels can be quite ferocious.."
The girl stops for a moment, and looks at her older brother inquisitively.
"What?" He writes playfully, "Squirrels can be fierce... Really. If they claim a tree and you try and take it from them... Ooh, watch out!"
The little one giggles, wondering how you would take a tree from a family of squirrels anyhow, and sighs. She grabs her notebook.
"Thanks for trying, Bro... But I guess I'll just have to live not knowing what it sounds like...."
He smiles sadly, then remembers that the piano vibrates to make a sound. Just like the thunder... He has an idea. Quickly he writes, "Here, put your ear to the piano."
She looks at him doubtfully, but obeys.
He plays a famous song that, while not complicated, is quite a beautiful piece. He looks over at his little sister as he plays, wanting to know if maybe, like the thunder, she will feel the vibrations. Maybe they would be different, or maybe the same. He did not know, but intended to find out. He studies her face, but nothing in her features give away her true feelings.
Playing the last note with decided sincerity and determination, he grabs a notebook and writes:
"Did you hear it? Did you feel it? Were the vibrations different? Did you understand the song?"
She shakes her head and slowly writes, "No, sorry."
He sighs sadly and turns away from his sister, who is scribbling more into her notebook. He wanted that to work so badly, he would give almost anything to have his baby sister hear...
He hears her clap, and he turns around. Reading her notebook, it says:
"I didn't actually hear it, big brother, but I thought I did. Really."
He looks at his sister with question in his eyes, but she gives him a look that begs him to continue reading.
"It is just as you say! When the vibration was heavier, I thought of the low notes you spoke of. Of thunder and lightening, of crashing waves and dark island storms. And when the vibration was so low I could hardly hear it, I thought of the sunrise, and the beautiful colors, and how my spirits soar at the prospect of a new day. I attributed it to this, thinking my spirits would surely soar could I hear it. And of course, for the middle notes, when the vibration was neither deep nor light, heavy nor soft, I thought of such a plain tree, suddenly being decorated with oranges, and with 'fierce' squirrels. (Though in my mind they were fluffy, not fierce!) You see, dear brother, though I can not hear a real song, or discern any giant difference between vibrations, I can hear the song in my own right - and a beautiful song it is! Oh! Teach me more, I want to know what every instrument sounds like!"
He looks away again, this time for a different reason than disappointment. He looks away with a tear in his eye. He quickly wipes it away and gives his sister a big 'bear hug'.
"You know," He writes, messing up her dark brown hair, "I might just keep you around!"
They laugh, and she asks him for another song. He agrees, and the song begins.
----
And so was the beginning of my love for instruments - things I've never really heard, but always in my heart, I know what they sound like. Thanks to my big brother, I can enjoy something I thought I would never be able to enjoy. Hear something I never thought I could hear. I thank my big brother forever for this miracle.
And I'll never forget it.
THE END
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