"Mom! Hey, mom! What's that?" Ed asked, pulling Trisha to the large instrument in the center of the room.
"Why, that's a piano. See, you press the keys and you can make beautiful music with it." Trisha demonstrated by tapping a key. Middle C, to be exact.
"Wow! Cool!" Ed said cheerfully. Trisha smiled and hoisted Ed onto the piano bench to get a closer look.
"Want to try?" she asked, looking at her curious little son.
"Yeah! Ed answered with enthusiasm, and proceeded to slam all his little fingers down onto the keys, making a rather harsh sound.
"No, no, Ed. You have to play gently, and with a melody." Trisha chided Ed.
"What's a melody? A song?" Ed asked.
"Well, sort of. It's like a tune that is made when you combine notes together to make a beautiful sound. It's like your heart displaying its mixed emotions. Like this; watch." Trisha Ed to the side of the bench tenderly and began to play...
And so it was that when Ed saw the piano in front of him, he sat on the bench and brushed the keys, shedding a single tear.
Beautiful mother, soft and sweet,
once you were gone, we were not complete,
back through the years we reached for you
Alas, 'twas not meant to be...