Hey, this is just a short thing i thought of, i don't think it's very good but a friend said i should post it and after a LOT of perswaion i did. so here it is for you lovely people.
His fingers ran across the 28 keys playing beautiful sounds to familiar ears. He began to compose. This was his piano. The piano where he had played his first song. Written his first melody. Studied for his first exam, it was here more than anywhere else he felt most comfortable. The song drifted to a softer key. A new song now drifting momentarily in the air before coming back to it's roots and changing once more. Tom had never been a normal child. Enjoying music and composing since a young age. His parents couldn't deny he was good at it. Now at 26 music was his life. He only visited every so often but when he did it was obvious. His dark alternative clothes clashed with the order and calm of the house but it didn't matter. As mr and Mrs Milson sat in the kitchen, the song in their ears one turned to the other and softly said
"Tom's home" a smile forming on her lip and a sense of pride evident in her voice. They were so proud of their son no matter what he did they would always love him unconditionally.
Tom continued to play. Memories of this house shaping his music for that day. He made no notes of the notes. He didn't need too, he could never forget them. It was like they were stored in a special part of his brain, safe from the distractions other people faced, he had never had a problem remembering them before.
Thank you for reading, please review with opinions :D xxx