Where the piano was
This is where the piano was.
Pianos are strange, percussive instruments. You hit a key causing a small felt hammer to strike a steel string. The string resonates at a certain frequency which is transmitted through a bridge to a soundboard, where it’s amplified. The vibrations not only travel through the air, but also through the piano itself, down the legs and into the floor, and from the floorboards into the walls.
Into the walls. And in the same way the slow dripping of water will wear away at rock, the vibrations of the piano find their way into the fiber of the wood itself, microscopically changing the structure of the interior beams.
This is where the piano was. It’s gone now, but the music still remains, hidden in the walls where only the old house can hear it.
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