Mind of a Pianist

As I played the beautiful pearl white grand piano, the sea is calm with the reflection of the sunset on it, the sun set was a radiant orange and so was the sky with a little bit of clouds. A gentle sea breeze came every once in a while, there was an eagle soaring in the sky ever so carefree just like how I was playing the piano. Playing with me were 4 friends. One was playing a shiny copper brown violin, another was playing a red wood viola, one of them was playing a dark brown cello, and one was playing a golden harp. We played in harmony as the sun set and the moon came out shining upon us. Stars started appearing like fireflies on a tree. Orcas could be seen in a distance in the sea. The reflection of the moon on the sea was magnificent. With each passing breeze , the trees looked as if they were swaying to the song we played. Rain came and slowly turned into a storm, but we continued playing this time we played and poured our souls into what we were playing. The storm turned into a hurricane but we continued playing. As we played in the hurricane, it felt as if we were being torn apart as the wind from the hurricane was blowing us away at different directions. We tried our best to continue playing but we were blown away. After the hurricane died down all that was left of the beach were the trees and instruments that were sticking close together just like the group of friends that played them.

Nick over and out