A Musical Ghost
I put my fingers on the cold ivories of the old grand piano. The rusty keys played nicely even after decades of being unused. I was playing the Moonlight Sonata of Beethoven. Ohhh. It was such a haunting and beautiful melody.
It calmed me and moved my soul. Always. It made feel–
I suddenly turned around when I heard that long drawn sigh. As if something or someone had awoken from its deep sleep and moaned at the sound of the music.
It was probably the piano making weird sounds. And then I ignored the sigh I had heard.
The house was beautiful