A Pianist’s Story
Cherry blossom fields
Encompass my vision
As the rustles of the trees around me
Roar in my ears
Pink petals begin to taint the night sky
Swirling in haunting harmony
I gaze up at the stars above
And run my glassy fingers along the constellations
Hoping they will give me the strength
To find the melody
But instead
I become lost.
As I feel my fingers
Crawl over the piano
Begging it to sing to me
Again,
I catch shadows flickering
Against the back door
Faded silhouettes of pearly droplets
Explode across the sky
And I feel the song
Begin once more
Anoushka Panganamamula is a 12th grade student from Hilliard, Ohio, who is interested in creative writing, piano, violin, biology, and astronomy. She also enjoys volunteering, cooking, traveling, mystery movies and books, and meeting new people.