Moonlight

I watch the moonlight stream through the window. The gentle glow caresses the ivory keys of an old piano. I wonder, what if the rays could become fingers? Would they gently lull a melody out of the instrument? If so, what would it play? A melancholy lullaby or a sweet whisper of yesteryear? I close my eyes and listen. The night sings its song...and it is luring me to sing along.

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