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PianoAxel remembered, from a long time go, his mother.
Oh, what a vibrant woman she had been! And she loved the piano. It was the only thing she could do to bring in any income, being the single mother that she was, and always so quiet. The exact polar opposite of Axel sometimes.
But he knew her. Her smirk, her red hair that was like a blood stain framing her pale, heart-shaped face, bright green eyes gleaming with some kind of inner mirth that Axel didn't always understand--- laughing at something all her own.
Axel smirked faintly as he touched a key on the old Piano. It trilled lightly, perfectly tuned, but not well kept. With a slight chuckle he seated himself.
"This…" He said to the empty and musty air, dramatically waving a hand as if to a large audience. "Is the only damn song I know how to play. Don't like it? Well, deal with it."
And the old bench felt rather uncomfotable, the wood creaking under his weight. His fingers went to the right spots, the tune starting as what sounded like an innocent lullaby. Which it was. One he had long since forgotten the words to in growing out of his boyhood.
It was light and airy, better as a duet, considering there were some notes that he couldn't play alone. Although it still sounded good. It even tapered off into a false ending, keeping up for a few measures before it finally ended with a sad low stroke of a key.
It took on the form and shape of words his mother had sung to him when they played together. But only heard, half-heard, because he didn't quite know how it went.
Forgotten words. Words that died when she died all those years back. A nameless lullaby.
Ironic how Axel only had this stupid children's piano song to remember her by. Stupid, really. He should remember more, but it's all off in the past where it couldn't undone.
Like the lilting tune that hung in the air and the faint smirk Axel carried, all he had to remember her by was the piano…